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Berz1337’s fingers worked a rhythm against their knee. “He’s part of me. Not metaphorically — I can feel him. When I’m about to snap, he sits up, ears pricked, and the world tilts.” They glanced at the hellhound. “He eats the shame so I don’t have to. He keeps people away. He… protects me by destroying things.”

The hellhound’s tail tapped once, a dull drumbeat. It was listening. It was always listening. hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

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Dr. Marin wrote, then set the pen down. “When he protects you by pushing others away, what does that protect you from?” When I’m about to snap, he sits up,

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Berz1337 let out a half-laugh that was almost a sob. “Is that allowed?”