danny how you feel,


I’m fine. The words come out in a monotone voice, and the girl looks up with tears welling in her eyes. “No you’re not,” she is told sternly. “You don’t have to be strong for me.” “I know. It’s just been one of those days.” The therapist nods, pulls out a tissue and hands it to the girl who blows her nose loudly before handing back the damp paper.


She takes a breath and continues talking for what feels like hours but is only minutes. She had found out that she was being laid off from her job earlier in the day after months of not hearing anything about their future plans with her position at work; essentially leaving on very good terms without any hard feelings, though there still lingered an air of unease as she collected up all her belongings into two large boxes outside her office door with tears staining cheeks framed by dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. The guy running security for


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