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Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

Our teaching point involves Sarah Bennett, a young housewife,

daughter of working people who were very straight -laced about their upbringing.

Married now to Dexter Simmons.

Partner in a welding firm, also very fitly.

They're crippling the lives of cold and unsatisfactory Sarah.

Sarah has been plagued with severe headaches and blackout periods in the

several months.

She does not know that an alter ego is pushing through.

An alter ego is attempting to gain control of her conscious life.

of sarah and alter ego is not at all like the phony

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is done for us.

Sir, I'm reading the paper.

Sir,

if you're not feeling well, I suggest you see a doctor.

Dexter, I thought we could talk. Talk about us.

I mean, uh... Sir,

I want you to stop acting like a tinkering schoolgirl and finish your

Is that Sarah?

No. Is it God's name?

Sarah.

No.

No. No, no.

Oh.

Oh.

No. No.

No,

no!

what you've done? You slut!

I will pray for you, sir. I will pray for the immortal soul of you.

You are...

I don't know what to say.

See Sarah now at the point of crisis.

She has been wavering between one personality and another, with the

Sarah breaking through more and more often.

If outside psychotherapeutic help were sought at this time, her life course

might conceivably be altered.

But it is not to be.

Sarah is drifting, slowly and surely, drifting into her altered ego.

And soon, there will no longer be a quiet, withdrawn, inhibitive Sarah

Bennett.

Whatever, dude.

You're gonna like this.

Oh, God.

Oh, damn.

Where'd they even come from?

Oh, the fire got clogged in and that's why the lights didn't show me.

Oh, something back there. There you go.

That was...

Why the fuck do you want to die?

Damn.

That's good.

I hope you don't do this to all the neighbors.

Oh, you probably do. That's okay.

I'm not jealous.

Oh, Sarah.

Oh, God, is that good.

Oh, whoever taught you how to do that.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, damn.

Oh, you don't like those hands, don't you? Oh.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Oh, he... Oh,

God.

Oh.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Thank you.

Now listen, sugar.

Keep the line on your ass all day.

Now get up, get your shit together, and get the fuck out of here. Don't come

back until you've got some heavy bread.

Goodbye, Sarah.

But don't feel bad.

This time, too, with that.

Goodbye, Sarah.

But don't feel bad.

Soon another Sarah will emerge.

Another girl who is a combination of yourself,

And a girl you buried deep in your unconsciousness.

A Sarah who will bring you much more happiness than you have

ever known.