“Mr Carter,” he began, tossing down a manila file folder. “Do you know who I am and why I’m here?”

“You’re the Shrink.” Carter didn’t make eye-contact. “You’re here because the Judge wants to know if I’m crazy.”

At least he was lucid, the Shrink thought. It made for a pleasant change of pace.

--Written by Alexander Saxton

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