Rebellion
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"Happy. Are you happy Kamari?" my therapist asked me. I laid there in my own silence thinking about his question. "I see, well our time has come to an end Ms. Ransom. Please I want you to really think about this question for our next meeting to come." He said writing something on his notepad. I sat up and went to grab my things.
What's the point anyway? Everything I do, everyone I so happen to meet. It's either for nothing, or it's just face for their own gain.
Kamari Ransom a 34 year old woman thats struggling to make ends meet. She gets a new steady job, however, that all slips away when her past comes knocking on her door.
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