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At one point the patient asked, "so, how do you think I'm doing?"
My response was, "Well, I think you have noticed that I'm just standing here talking to you, and not trying to back away. You can take that to mean I think you're doing pretty much okay."
I also got introduced to his small, cute furry dogs, which puts an entirely different tone on the interaction. Of course, it could have been a Buffalo Bill type ploy to get me closer to the van, but it turned out not to be. I suffered minor amounts of dog drool and escaped unharmed.
Strange as it may seem, I was unarmed, except for a small pocket knife.
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