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's something they call late bloomers, and I honestly don't believe in that.

ng my life now, wha

t was in shambles, and I needed real help. Even though I wasn't financially s

aying with my dad. Now, I was visiting my therapist for a checkup. It wasn't that much of a great idea, but I did it anyway. It was late in the afternoon, and it soon b

s she saw me. I was totally sure they must have missed me so much because I

a while because I felt lost in everything in life, but now th

mes. He didn't tell me you would be coming

f a last-minute thing. I was on the verge of losing my job because I worked at a publishi

d she urgently needed a kidney transplant. After I lost my parents, I was living w

running mad because everyt

strike and even protested, which raised the awareness of the public. As if that was not enough,

and I can't help myself to think that way. Seeing my therapist might

either. I'm not her

e and gently lowered her voice. "Although he's with his wife, you might have to hold on a little bit, but if y

felt she would understand because I was just a cl

I'll just wait

own on paper before taking an elevator straight into his office. I stared

tor and walked straight to me. "Congratulations; yo

his w

ere once his junio

ed a button and walked in as soon as it opened. I wasn't expecting to see a man insid

ou know what? Fuck you. No, you were the one who

same time, I just couldn't help mysel

'll use all the time I have to look for someone here who would be good

why that girl refused to do it. Why would you fake a relationship with someone? Why would a reasonable lady even agree to

for the public too, and

ed and put the call on louds

on at the other end

told you not to tell them the amount we'll be offering; I take it back. Tell them that I'll

just hear him call that huge sum of money like it m