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Selena inhaled deeply, gathering her courage. Stepping out of the vehicle, she started to walk down the sidewalk.

 Stepping out of the vehicle, she started to walk down the sidewalk

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She strolled into the street, clutching her bag tightly. Her gaze fixated on the pavement below.

She stepped into the building and settled herself onto a chair. Running her fingers through her hair, she took a deep breath.

Entering the room, she gracefully lowered herself onto the couch. She crossed one leg over the other.

"How are you feeling today, Selena?" Her therapist asked.

"I'm feeling fine," She confidently replied.

"I heard some news about you," He mentioned.

"About what exactly?" She asked.

"You made a significant leap with your boyfriend," He said.

"I did," She responded with a grin.

"Where's the ring? I don't see it on your hand now," He questioned.

"It's getting fitted," She explained.

"Why don't we transition to something else," He suggested.

"Alright then," She whispered.

"Have you had any panic or anxiety attacks lately?" He asked.

"Not as much as when I was touring," She answered.

"That's good. Are you taking the medication you've been prescribed?" He inquired.

"Yes, twice every seven hours," She confirmed.

"That's very good," He noted, jotting it down on his notepad.

"I think I am getting a little better every single day," She expressed.

"That is very good. You seem relaxed and calm at this moment," He observed.

"I am doing what I love," She stated.

"I'm glad," He responded.

"So, what else?" She asked.

He smiled, concluding the session after an hour. Returning the smile, she stood up and left the building, heading towards the waiting car.

She arrived at her apartment and changed her attire. Exiting the building, she made her way to the car.

She strolled out onto the pavement, making her way towards the apartment to freshen up. She left the apartment.

She strolled along the street, clutching her bag tightly. Her gaze fixated on the pavement beneath her feet.

 Her gaze fixated on the pavement beneath her feet

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