Chapter 67 - Arms Of A Stranger

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~Dylan~   When you’re attempting to reconstruct a life that is quite in shambles, it takes up a lot of energy, effort and time. After my second appointment with Dr. Lewis, however, I can feel a sense of put togetherness in the longest time. My old therapist had been more than happy to let me visit before he realised why I needed it in the first place. I think I am having him question his own therapeutic competence with all my residual problems s***h relapse or maybe not. Maybe he’d seen this coming all along when I had been a resistant bastard when I first came here about five years ago only because Aiden and Mickey forced me to go.    Dr. Lewis isn’t someone I can read, on the other hand, the silver-haired man sees through me like I am basically transparent. That’s the dynamic we roll

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