“It’s loud…”
“What?”
“Too loud.”
“What is, Vivian?”
“My head. It’s too loud here.”
“What makes you say so, sweetie?”
“The thoughts say so. They very loud.”
“Do the thoughts have any idea how to stop the loudness?”
“No, they just says it is too loud. “
“They?”
“Yes. They says it makes them hurt all over.”
“How can we help them?”
“I don’t want to talk anymore. They are fighting now. I want to go back. Bye.”
“Okay, goodbye. Who is this now?”
“Hello? My name is Justin.”
“Hi, Justin how are you?”
“Fine, I guess. Everyone is arguing.”
“How are you feeling regarding what is happening?”
“It’s loud.”
“What?”
“Too Loud.”
“What is, Justin?”
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