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[ There was some dread associated with waking up this morning. He could put on a face, agree to disagree, but the previous night's discussion had left him angry. Sigmund Freud had refused to share a simple dream, simply because he didn't think he should. Had he feared being analyzed by Carl? He had to wonder if he was seen as just another patient, or if he was a friend. Sure, their friendship was strained, but that was no reason to be disrepectful. He wondered, perhaps, if he should just avoid breakfast and have food delivered to his room.
Then it would look like he was running away. Instead, he got dressed. He made sure there were no wrinkles in his material before he headed to breakfast. He was early, not too early to seem eager or nervous. But he would likely beat the other guests. ]
Then it would look like he was running away. Instead, he got dressed. He made sure there were no wrinkles in his material before he headed to breakfast. He was early, not too early to seem eager or nervous. But he would likely beat the other guests. ]
