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KENNEDY A. STEPHENS|
I heard a male with a deep but soft voice speak as their thick accent flowed catching my attention and look over to their direction.
He was a tall brown skin with tattoos covering his neck and hands. He had three dents on the front of his head. He had chains layered on top of each other.
But he had fascinating, dreamy honey brown eyes.
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| Narrator |
In that moment, she felt it in her heart that her life was about to change the moment her hazel eyes locked with his.
"Who are you?" Kentrell asked pointing at me.
"Your new therapist." Kennedy replied without thinking.
She fumbled completely. Why did she just say that after telling jazz she would think on it.
"This is Kennedy, our therapist." Jazz replied giving Kentrell a tight lipped smile.
"Therapist?" He asked confused.
"Yes." She replied, "This is the only way we can make it work." She added.
"Can I talk to you?" Kentrell asked jazz and she nodded.
"Jazz, a therapist ain't fixing this." He said pointing between them.
"You don't know.. we have to try it first." Jazz defended.
"You're just in denial and delusional." Kentrell spoke honestly and she stared at him.
