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Bigger than Ellen

"You know you can't keep talking to me like that right?" Ellen snapped, looking at me squarely. I shivered from all the emotions I felt, saying nothing. My breath was not regulated enough for me to explain what I meant, but I forced it.

"I… I… I don't need you… To… To psychoanalyze me, Ellen… I need you to… To be my friend now… You are not my therapist." I stuttered out, and Ellen's eyes darkened. She stood up abruptly and started pacing and talking really fast.

"Oh! I should be your friend right?" Ellen asked, laughing uproariously. "Of course! What was I even thinking? You need me to be your friend, and not your therapist! Definitely!" She stopped talking and shook her head sadly.

"Everybody always knows what they want Ellen to be. 'Be a spoon, not a fork, Ellen. You do not stab, you scoop, Ellen.' 'You dance like a boy, Ellen!' 'When I asked you to soften up your features, and to dress like a woman, I did not ask you to look like a failed rockstar!' 'And now, I need you to be my
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