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Gloria Woods- Washington
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Y/n Washington
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Mrs. Smith
*Therapist's office. Late afternoon light through half-closed blinds.*
**Y/n POV**
"You late." I said as Gloria rolled her eyes sitting on the couch beside me.
"Excuse me ma'am. I'm so sorry bout that. I got caught up with time." She said in her fake professional voice towards the therapist.
"Yea right... sure pal." I said under my breath as she mugged me.
"Make me fuck you up in this office." She whispered.
"Hey— That's what I'm here for. To help you through whatever difficulties you all may be having in this relationship—"
"Marriage." We both said at once, catching the therapist off guard mid-sentence. She looked down at her papers like she'd missed a memo.
"Marriage? You're married? I'm sorry, it just doesn't say that on my paperwork. My assistant must've made a mistake."
"It was a couple days ago, it prolly ain't been updated." I said with a shrug.
"You got married a couple of days ago?"
"I know what you thinking, but hear us out." Gloria leaned forward. "We got into a lil argument when we ended up doing the do—"
