“What are these pictures? Why do you have them? Do they mean something to you?”   There was no answer from the teen girl sitting across from her and Gina had to restrain herself from visibly gritting her teeth. Just a teen girl , Gina said to herself, You’re the therapist, you’re in charge of the situation , but that teen girl couldn’t be more than five years younger than Gina, and it was hard not to react to her as a peer instead of a patient. The girl wore dark, tight cloth

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