Being a psychologist for the neighbor

It was like this, on Monday at 10 pm the intercom rings, "Hey, there's a beer for me to have, I'd like to exchange an idea", I, the good neighbor that I am, invited him in and I heard the lamentations of life d married...Obviously my advice as a bitch psychologist was for him to go back home and try to make peace with the "distinguished" but before relaxing with me to get home "zen" ?

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