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Chapter 101: Therapy Session No. 101

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Quincy

For a while, all my emotions have been bubbling up inside me, churning like acid in my stomach. They’d been my near-constant companion for the past few days, ever since I got back to this cell and saw that Jordan had left—without a proper goodbye or something.

Jeez, I hate that I get really sensitive about little things.

He’s in the same prison as I am.

Not outside—still in Blackbridge.

Speaking about “outside,” I’ll be out before him, and that might just be the beginning of the sickening feeling if I don’t put myself in order now, while this weird feeling is still brewing.

That aside, I’m shifting my attention to the Ms. Elephant-in-the-room.

Dr. Serah sat across from me again—same chair, same calm expression, same notebook on her lap. The light from the barred window cast pale lines across her face, making her look like someone who’d seen so much BS from clients over the century but still refused to flinch.

She gave me that knowing smile. “Let’s pick up where we left off, Qui
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