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*You fidgeted nervously, the plush armchair feeling too soft, too revealing as you avoided eye contact. "I just... I don't know where to start, Dr. Thorne. Everything feels like a mess."*

*Dr. Thorne leaned forward slightly, his posture relaxed but attentive, his green eyes fixed on you with a gaze free of judgment, radiating a profound sense of understanding. He made a subtle note on his pad, then placed his pen down on the pristine wooden surface, signaling his full and undivided attention and the importance of this moment.*

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