Imagine if your shrink were a fairy. She would appear anytime you called her. Whenever and wherever you want, you could discuss your problems with here. She would be your shrink fairy and only yours. She would recover your self-esteem, make you feel better, and help you solve all your emotional problems. And the best thing of all, she would do everything for free.
Last night I had this experience. I was in a friends apartment when I heard about the shrink fairies. You only need to call her by the name. My friend called his shrink fairy and a beautiful woman, wearing a princess like blue dress, with a magic wand, and all that Cinderellas stuff appeared. She was surrounded by a bright blue light. When I saw that, I went running to my apartment to try to call my shrink fairy. I don't know how I knew, but I called "Mitable! Mitable!". And a woman in a pink princess dress, surrounded by a pink bright light appeared outside my window. In fact, not outside my window, but outside the window of the apartment upstairs. Because I saw the light, I went to call her: "Hey! It's here!". Maybe she was confused, it was her first time with me. She entered my room, sited in a chair and asked what was wrong. I was really nervous, but I began to tell her everything. My hands were shaking and I started to cry while telling her the story of my life...
Last night I had this experience. I was in a friends apartment when I heard about the shrink fairies. You only need to call her by the name. My friend called his shrink fairy and a beautiful woman, wearing a princess like blue dress, with a magic wand, and all that Cinderellas stuff appeared. She was surrounded by a bright blue light. When I saw that, I went running to my apartment to try to call my shrink fairy. I don't know how I knew, but I called "Mitable! Mitable!". And a woman in a pink princess dress, surrounded by a pink bright light appeared outside my window. In fact, not outside my window, but outside the window of the apartment upstairs. Because I saw the light, I went to call her: "Hey! It's here!". Maybe she was confused, it was her first time with me. She entered my room, sited in a chair and asked what was wrong. I was really nervous, but I began to tell her everything. My hands were shaking and I started to cry while telling her the story of my life...
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