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"So Mr. Davis how, how was your breakfast this morning?"
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Looking up from the Orbit gum wrapper I had in my hands repeatedly rolling it as if it were a blunt, not realizing shit had become a habit, I glared at my assigned counselor before shrugging my shoulders lowering my eyes not in the mood for his pointless ass questions.
"Shit was aight." I mumbled lowly before looking over towards the digital clock hanging over the door seeing we weren't even halfway through this session, causing me to lean back against the sofa staring up at the ceiling becoming more and more agitated by the minute.
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"Alright look, we can continue to sit here for the next forty-five minutes in silence as usually, or you can do something different and give me a little more energy Mr. Davis." Counselor Tate recommended with a little base in his voice, causing me to suck my teeth not planning on budging. "Welp, you can go Mr. Davis."
It's been over six months since I've been in this damn jail, they call a damn rehab. Even though the doctors said it wasn't expected for me to be able to ever talk again or get my movement back, one thing a nigga has always had was some luck. Cause I done been through some shit and it's a miracle I'm still here.
While I'm in here, the one place that is expected to provide a peaceful ass environment, there was nothing but chaos going on outside of here and I needed to get out of here like now.
