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As he stepped out of the door into the cold December morning, Phil pushed an earphone into each ear and pulled his coat closer around him. He was on his way to go and see his therapist, who would try and help him with his anxiety. It was a good week, in his opinion. He'd managed to go to a checkout with a person at it, unlike usual when he'd go to a self service checkout to avoid having to speak to people, he'd made an important phone call, and although it had taken two hours and a panic attack, he'd done it, and he had walked past a big group of people, when usually he'd cross the road to avoid them. "Hello, Phil," Phil's therapist beamed a