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I see. Thank you for sharing, H. Let me be clear with you. Last night my newborn had trouble sleeping, and my wife had post-natal sickness. I appreciate you paying $50 for this hour and even bother coming here. I really want to say nice things to you, to soothe your hurting soul and offering you hope for the future. But I won't. Instead, I will say what you really want to hear. Sure, go ahead and do it, if you can. Oh, what if you actually do it? No, I'm not worried. First, there was no record of you coming here nor paying for this session. Second, both of us know who you are. To commit suicide, you need to have utmost cowardice, able to face this life no longer, enough to go against our species' self-preservation instinct. And if there's anything in this life you are disgusted by... It is cowardice. Cheeky bastard. He had me. Franz Kafka suffered through his life. His dad beat him up daily for no reason. In the 1900s, if your dad beat you up, you are supposed to love him for his…