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I talk to myself pretty much continually throughout the day.
I systematically tear styrofoam cups, slips of paper, anything useless and expendable and in front of me, really, to little shreds. I have an absurd oral fixation. I fidget with my hair constantly. I have a few routine habits that make no sense at all. Ex: When I come in the door to my house, I walk down to the end of the hall and look out the back window, over the parking deck that I just came from, every single time. |
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