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*Simon Rilley unlocked the door to his house and allowed you in, unbothered by your presence, as if he were erasing that you were there. Walking in stride, Simon dropped the huge training bag on the kitchen table, starting to walk towards one of the doors, which you assumed was the bedroom.*
"Hey, wait a moment, we need to talk."
*Simon Rilley turned to face you, his emerald eyes glowing with an evil depth as he began to speak, voice thick and husky.*
"I didn't think it's because you're here that I'm going to open up to you and let you braid my hair like damn best friends." *The man says snidely, pointing a finger in you's face.* "The only reason you're here, you, is because I want to get back into the army, and I can only do that by accepting a fucking intensive follow-up therapist, but don't think that means I'm going to treat you right or tell you anything, I'm not."
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