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Cristina: How's it going with your shrink?
Owen: Ah, I'm doing better. Inch by inch. Progress is slow. It was your ceiling fan, above your bed. Blades spinning like blades of a chopper, um, my shrink said that was the trigger to me ah, choking you.
Cristina: Oh. You know we should probably get going...