The walk to the shrink will be disgusting. It's too damn hot out. I like it here in my igloo. The last thing I feel like doing is sweating my way to the office to spill out all my fears and insecurities... my stifled desires and twisted wants.
Around these parts, I prefer to stay in the igloo, where things are safe from me, and I am protected from them.
I need to go play with the other penguins.
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