Subject: RE: Meeting 3: ย Exercise From:ย industrialresolution@gmail.com Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 07:31:16 +0000 To:ย d.j.faulk@well.net Dear Dr. Faulk, Let me start by saying thank you, Doctor. ย I know why you're getting me to do this, and I hope that writing about it really does help me to overcome it. ย I don't...

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