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We've all seen the films. A brightly decorated room filled with a mismatched bundle of quirky people who don't seem to have anything wrong with them beyond bold choices of clothing and accessories. Not to mention the cute yet misunderstood boy across the room, making eye contact as he launches into elaborate speeches about the… Continue reading What Therapy Group is Really Like
