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(a/n: fuck me gently with a chainsaw)

the therapy was, well interesting... this emme did not seem professional at all. they spun around in their desk chair, drew random things, and at the end asked ashley out to lunch.

so that's how ashley ended up eating pasta salad next to her therapist who was eating a bag of chips.

"so, im actually not a therapist."

"you- what-" ashley stammered. emme shrugged.

"nah. i still see an imaginary friend and was hoping that i wasn't alone. so bam, im not alone."

"i just- fuck."

can i tell you a secret? ; halsanie (third book in the pinky promise series) Where stories live. Discover now