"My mom was just a little worried. It's ridiculous, really."

"It's all confidential, right? Well, okay then..."

"I guess May."

"It's...complicated. There's this guy. I...I was an idiot. I rejected him. Twice. He moved away, I called off my wedding..."

"Jim. Jim Halpert."

"Have I been feeling blue? Well, no. I just...blue's always been a happy color for me. Jim's eyes...yeah, blue's a happy color. I'd say I've been feeling gray."

"Oh, god no."

"Um...yeah, it's been a little hard to concentrate. But if you knew my boss, you wouldn't find that unusual. Jim was the only thing that made work bearable."

"Actually, since I called off the wedding with Roy, I've really been getting into my art. I started taking art classes, which I love."

"Roy...didn't really encourage me to pursue art. He didn't really understand it."

"Yeah, I've been having a really hard time sleeping. It's just...well, I have a lot to think about, you know? I keep thinking I should call Jim...say I'm sorry...something. I guess it's guilt more than anything."

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"Hi Jim, it's Pam. Call me back. You're going to get a kick out of this."

She stared at the "prescription" her doctor had handed her and laughed. The smile reached all the way to her eyes as she re-read that paper. "Call (1) Jim Halpert daily, or as needed to feel better. Say you're sorry. Beg him to come back."