"But what would you like out of this, how would you like me to help you?"
She glances down at her hands, clenches them, turns them over, peers at the tips of her nails. Fix me, blurts out from her subconsciousness, and she silences it just as quickly. "I don't know," she says slowly. "I'm only here because friends told me." But that's not an
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