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"Red Sox looked around Jane at the patient, "Your mind reading coming back?" "With her? Sometimes?" "Huh. You getting anything from anyone else?" "Nope." Red Sox repositioned his hat. "Well, ah...let me know if you pick up shit from me, k? There are some things that I'd prefer to keep private, feel me?" "Roger that. Although I can't help it sometimes." "Which is why I'm going to take up thinking about baseball when you're around." "Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan." "Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company."