SPARKS
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.....He finished explaining his story about what happened in Newyork. Somehow this therapy session was going well, he has even reduced drinking..... " well you did good and your still doing great." But still he wasn't sure he's been feeling a little out of place " I just wanted to ask lately I've been feeling not myself is this some kind of trauma thing?" " well...Mr Jones how do you feel?" The therapist asks him " actually I feel as if my adrenaline rush is thrilling, sometimes my heart beats fast and......I can't...breath..and thats when there's this-" He laid eyes closed and relaxed "- tingling feeling in you" His therapist finished with a brief sigh. " yeah...that's how I feel.....is it...serious?" He worried "no Mr Jones...what you're feeling is normal for every man, its what we call sparks...you yourself I think you know what it means....the only question is."............ "who exactly it is that you feel this things around?" There was a brief silence and a painful feeling knowing exactly who it was................a certain raven haired girl.
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