A therapy studio, a waiting room, a huge purple velvet armchair with large armrests, a black notebook, a series of appointments, a seemingly quiet Wednesday and two intertwining stories. Being a psychologist is difficult, especially when you are dealing with particular disorders and the desire to end it all, but having in therapy a girl who forces you with her gestures to radically change your life is even more difficult. What happens if on a quiet Wednesday, in the same waiting room, with the purple velvet pulpit and the huge empty armrests, after an intense morning of work, the past knocks at your door? What happens if suddenly your apparent tranquillity, conquered with so many sacrifices, is broken by someone who is part of this past? What happens if all appointments with other patients are cancelled? Are all patients able to manage on their own? What is their true story?

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