An obsessive compulsive short story of happiness.
Dr. O went back to the sanitarium. He sat by the window and listened to the singing birds,
and watched the butterflies, “A little birdie told me.” Dr. O, sat up
he realized that he was so very happy. “I must be cured!” Sang Dr.
O.
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