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It was another day.

I went to Dr James. On my way there I was driving happily listening to Mariah Carey. I don't know. I don't remember the last time I was this happy!

I was in the waiting room waiting for my turn. I walked in and had my session. My homework was coming along really well. I had to write a letter to Samuel and burn it to show I'm letting go. I had to let go. All these years of pain? There had to be more to life for Mitch and I.

Dr. James and I were getting really familiar with each other day in and day out. I was getting familiar with the receptionist, too. It felt like home.

During my sessions, Dr. James had suggested I take Mitchell for a holiday. Something he would like and something to cheer him up.

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