"I really like kava," I tell Katie as we're standing on the subway platform, waiting to go home after an evening out with friends. "It evens me out, and keeps my anxiety down. But I'm worried that it's sort of flattening me, and that's why I'm having trouble connecting with the emotional center of my writing."
A train rattles by on the center track, going downtown, and Katie makes a face at it as she says, "You like the plants, but you don't like what happens afterwards."
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