OCD For PTSD
Jun 25th, 2013 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Herbert surveyed the battle raging before him. Never had he seen his living room in such disarray. The coffee table, seven degrees askew, was at war with his sofa and chaise. The casualties were everywhere, as the legroom between sofa and table had practically been murdered, and the rug underneath was suffering its death throes as it bunched up under the strain.
As heroically as Alvin York, who risked life and limb for his fellow soldier, Herbert dove into the tempest.
With the furniture righted, and the correct layout restored, Herbert knew all that would remain would be his PTSD.
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