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Lawrence has been looking down silently, his eyes mostly closed, and now he looks up and stares Jesus in the face as though to demand to know if he is finished yet.  "Please verify to the others, my dear Lawrence, that I am indeed speaking the truth." But he doesn't respond. "Shall I continue?" Still no response. "I shall accept as permission your silence.  You were not an easy child to raise.  You had sharp mood swings and bouts of black depression that could make you an absolute pain to be around.  Of course, later, in your twenties, you were diagnosed and have since met with success using light medications and cognitive therapy.  From when you were fifteen you became hell for your parents because of your insatiable sexual lust that overtook you whenever you were having bouts of mania.  And you were, and still are, sexually quite omnivorous.  More than once your parents caught you sharing your bed with various girls and various boys that would follow you home, and you were one handsome and seductive charmer.  Your father naively assumed that you were demonically possessed and foolishly tried to induce upon you rites of exorcism, and that was the final plank that was removed from your relationship..."