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fantasy story of Rika Ishikawa :
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get to see them. My mood was somber as I
reclaimed my seat in the waiting room and I found myself just staring
at the corner around which Carol had disappeared.
When my escort appeared (yes, the same one as always), I stood and
accepted Rika's hand and even returned Rika's smile. The last thing I felt
like doing was smiling at some stranger, but I've explained all that.
I couldn't help smiling and acting eager to get on with my session!
When we passed Carol's office door I tried to listen for any sounds or
voices but could only hear my own footsteps and those of my escort. We
walked several doors farther and stopped while Rika Ishikawa knocked softly.
The knock was answered promptly and a pretty red-headed woman swung
the door wide, greeted me by name and waved me in.
"Hello Monica," Rika Ishikawa said with a smile. "We've been waiting for
you." As the door closed I reached out to take Rika's proffered hand and
she told me that Rika's name was Jill. In what appeared to be the only
normal looking piece of furniture in the room, a stuffed chair, sat
the other half
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