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The woman on the phone has been for the most part sympathetic, but asking for a safety plan, using words like, "Can you contain him if needed?"

He's not a vicious dog, Goddammit. I was crying about it earlier but now I'm just mad.

I told her we'd fill out the questionnaires they sent (yes, more fucking paperwork), but I'm so over this.

I don't think I can convince Flip that these people are here to help, now that I'm mad at them.