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"Good. I-"
Just then, the door swung open, interrupting her words once again. Hayden walked in, wearing a white and black hoodie, black jeans, and black shoes. His hair was neatly styled in cornrows, and he looked angry. He sat down next to me silently, crossing his arms over his chest and remaining quiet. The therapist seemed frightened too, shifting her gaze back to me.
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