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Finally, her door burst open and her mother trotted in, purse in hand, already dressed to go out for the day. “Get up, Hannah.” She nudged her daughter until she rolled off the far side of the bed. Hannah stood up groggily and swept her long tangled blonde hair out of her face. “Get dressed,” her mother ordered her. “Where are we going?” “To Doctor Brown’s,” she answered. “What? No, I told you I wasn’t going back there.” “Do you know how much I pay for those therapy sessions of yours?” her...