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I couldn't catch my breath after what I had seen moments ago.
I got into the car. Right then, all I wanted was to get away, calm down, and figure out what the hell I had just seen. I was sure there was something off about him. What I saw wasn't normal behavior for anyone.
I tried counting to ten and taking deep breaths, but those anxiety-calming exercises were a damn fraud. I started the car before he could make it to the hallway. I didn't want to see him, not today at least. I needed to be completely calm at first, to pretend that nothing was wrong until I knew what was going on with him.
What if there was some medical record about his multiple-personality condition? I could investigate that, but where to start? I didn't know his parents, who were supposedly still alive, last
