‘The Shrink With a Racoon Pet’ By Adélie Williams

The room was blue. The top part of the walls was painted in a light grey blue and the bottom part of a darker blue, almost green. It was situated in the shrink’s house, at the very end of the corridor that was white, egg-white actually.
The shrink would come and open the door himself, leading you into the blue room. He’s about 60 years old. Glasses. He has a nice vibe. And he has a raccoon pet.

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