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"Hello, Dan. I'm Phil Lester and I'm going to be your therapist while you're at this foster home."
Phil gave him a smile, Dan nodded silently.
"So Dan, how old are you?" Phil asked making sure Dan wasn't uncomfortable.
Dan didn't want to answer him, why should he? He was a stranger for God sake and Dan hated opening up to people. The last time Dan did express himself, he was ridiculed. He was told he was "fucking insane".
"18" Dan mumbled.
"Dan, are you oka-" Phil tried to say.
"Look Phil, I'm tired of this shit already. Stop beating around the bush and fucking ask me the necessary questions." Dan said, cutting Phil off.
Phil Lester sat and stared. He felt defeated.

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