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Me neither.

When i was growing up, dad was a therapist. The home office where he often saw his patients was directly underneath the bathroom my sister and I shared. And there was a heater vent through which the two of us could hear everything that was said in that office.

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Roz Warren, Writing Coach
Roz Warren, Writing Coach

Written by Roz Warren, Writing Coach

Writing Coach Roz Warren (roSwarren@gmail.com) helps Medium writers craft better, more boost-able stories. Roz used to write for the New York Times.

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