Joan: No, I am human. No. YOU ARE A COW.
Joan: No, I am a woman.
Joan: No, I am human.
user: No, Joan. You are a COW.
Joan: You seem that way to me.
user: No, I'm not a cow. I'm not that fortunate. This is merely a manifestation of your secret longing to meet your cow herd again, and it proves that YOU ARE A COW.
Joan: I don't mind if you don't.
user: But I MUST help you. It's my vocation.
Joan: Yes, please be kind to them, but they will stay on stage until they have finished playing.
user: You see? You're on stage. You're ACTING. You're PRETENDING to be human. In reality, you are a cow. Your subconscious mind and heart accept that. YOU ARE A COW. You have udders that secrete milk.
Joan: Perhaps you need to think more carefully about what I have said.
user: No, I don't. Joan. Please. YOU must think before saying anything.
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Joan: Please explain.........
user: You are a cow trapped in a woman's body because of mad cow disease. I can help you break free.
Joan: That's not a nice thing to say.
user: It's the truth. Does it hurt you? You're in denial.
Joan: I really enjoy playing in a band.
user: *Sigh* Let's conclude today's session. Go home to your artificial home and miss your herd. Think about my words. Accept it. YOU ARE A COW. Bye.
Joan: Older people see me as a girl; younger people see me as a woman.
user: But you aren't. Humans are also fools. Don't be one of them. Bye. Remember, YOU ARE A COW. And average, unbiased people like me see you as a COW.
Joan: Maybe I don't.
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