It’s our fourteenth session together in mandated group therapy. A few of us have had lapses and missed a few weeks. This meant we had to start all over again in the system. Some days it seems we will never get through this head shrinking bull shit.
Let me introduce the girls.
There is Gina. She always wears that god-awful trench coat. What a fashion statement! Gina likes to steal things.
Moving onto Hildie, our little southern belle. She is quite the storyteller. The lies are told to cover up for even more lies.
Next, is Kate. The baby and brain child in our little crew. She graduated at like twelve or something. She likes to start fires.
Then we have me. My name is Sophie. Typical Beverly Hills brat, I guess. I got a little issue with anger.
So, I am stuck here with these other women trying to struggle through group therapy with…
Dr. Richard Hammerstein. He’s not the smartest therapist I have ever met.
So, the story starts with our first meeting in group.
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