"Well, what sounds bettah? Me goin' for a few weeks at most, or me tryin' to beat de livin' snot outta Lyta?" Alisa frowned more, chewing on more fried Okra. She then reached into the bag of food and took out her cup of lobster bisque and starts sipping on it. "Ah mean... Irina is right. If ah didn' need some form o' t'reapy, de shrink wouldn' bring it up. An' me resistin' it will only make it worse for me in de long run... t'ough ah don' agree wit' all o' it, non 100%, anyway..."
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