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I drive to her house as I have a dozen times before. Even as I draw nearI can feel the butterflies in my stomach. My hands become slick on the wheelas sweat coats my palms, and I wipe them off on my black dress pants. I parkabout a half-block away, taking a moment to calm myself. No good, the tensionis still there. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, find my center, andfocus on it. One would think that the nerves would settle after this many sessions.One would be wrong. I grab my bag from...