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| Why do you look so distraught, my son? | |
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| Because I can't afford anti-depressants. | |
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| You shouldn't rely on such things. Rather, give your burden to God, and he'll give you the strength to deal with things. You'll become much happier. | |
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| Really? He'll cure my depression? My social anxiety? My paranoia? My et cetera? | |
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| Oh, absolutely! Why, I've counseled many people who were dealing with these issues. It must work, because after they try it out, I never see them again. Shame, but still... | |
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| Um... are you sure anyone has ever seen them again? | |
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