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lone, wear my slippers. My therapist was a chinese looking lady with small black eyes and she was younger than all the other therapist who had attended to me. She spoke with an american accent and with each word she spoke her fine glossy fingers would flourish into the hospital air like birds, then settle as she gave answer to my questions like she had all the time in the world and nothing could interest her more than what I had to say. Every night I thanked God for sending me such a wonderful therapist because there was a time I used to headbutt and throw punches at therapists. Once I lost control of my thoughts, nostrils flaring I stood up from the counseling table, fist clenched at my side I slammed it unto the table so hard that my fist w
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ney by my side and winked at me. Shoulders heaving she closed
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