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|| Wednesday, next week ||

"Mitch, you're shaking." Kirstie murmurs and places a hand on Mitch's. The brunette sighs and places the fork back onto the plate. "You need to see the therapist."

"Kirst, you don't understand-" Mitch mutters as Avi sits down across from them.

"Help me understand! They're a qualified psychologist who can help you." Kirstin states and Mitch bites his lip, turning to her.

"It's Mr Irwin." He deadpans and the girl's eyes widen.

"Maybe don't go then." She replies before pausing and turning to Avi. "Are you seeing Mr Irwin?"

Avi shrugs. "He doesn't help me the way Scott does."

Mitch frowns when a pang of jealously hits his heart.

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yeet, does anyone else notice my writing getting worse orrrr

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