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This morning #IHopeJohnRoberts is allowed to join the other patients in the common room for a group therapy session where a man who believes he's Tsar Nicholas and a woman who's sure she's really a space kitty temporarily in human form listen attentively to him explain that he's the chief justice of the United States and reassure him that they believe him, and then they're all served a surprisingly tasty meat loaf with mashed potatoes and green beans for lunch, and then he plays a couple games of backgammon with a very nice person of indeterminate gender who thinks Roberts is one of the orderlies and keeps calling him "sir," and honestly it's one of the most collegial, pleasant days he's had in a long time and he sort of hopes they don't release him too soon, but then the facility administrator comes in accompanied by the girl U.S. Marshal from the Court's protective detail and he realizes that instead of getting to keep hanging out with his undemanding new friends he instead has to go back to his lonely big house tonight and then tomorrow he'll have to return to work with assholes like Alito and Thomas, and it makes him sad.