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Luke Kennard

Wolf on the Couch

(an excerpt) 

‘There is one thing,’ I say, trying to stop the points of light pitching and rolling. ‘I have created an alter-ego through whom I voice opinions I am not brave enough to voice myself and whom I also use for self-censure and masochism.’
 
‘Hmm,’ says the wolf, his pen scratching across his Psychologist’s Jotter. ‘Sounds more like an alter-superego.  Describe him.’
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