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"Doc," said the young
man lying down on the couch, "you've got to help
me! Every night I have the same horrible
dream. I'm lying in bed when
all of the sudden five women rush in and start
tearing off my clothes."
The psychiatrist nodded, "And what do you
do?"
"I push them away."
"I see. What do you want me to do?"
The patient implored, "Break my arms."

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