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Mitch took a deep breath and rapped on the door. He heard a voice inside instruct him to enter. Reluctantly he entered and closed the door behind him.
Dan Tarrow, counselor, rose from the couch and met him halfway across the room. He was Mitch’s height, with a shaved head, tanned and fit. Mitch noticed on the desk behind was a framed photo of Dan finishing a marathon.
“Mitchell Parker, the hardest man to get to counseling I hear,” Dan smiled and indicated the green leather couch. “Have a seat, Mitchell.”
“Mitch is fine,” Mitch said and moved to the couch. He sat forward on the edge.
“You’re here for an hour so make yourself comfortable. Want a tea, coffee or water?” Dan asked.
“No, I’m okay, thanks,” Mitch said.
Dan looked surprised. “Really? Because that would have taken up to a
