Staci Mitchell
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To make her dreams of becoming a great lawyer come true, Yoshi, brilliant, calculating and reckless, infiltrates the privileged circle of the school's wealthiest students until she gets too close to a secret she isn't willing to keep, which could cost her more than her life.
2) Control
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Determined to prevent a tragedy, an Atlanta therapist uncovers a common denominator that is plaguing six of her clients from the rap and film world and debates the merits of violating her professional position to save lives.
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I wasn't supposed to take on any new clients.
All my current couples were already a handful.
A marriage therapist with a failing marriage.
If only they knew.
That is until Kami Lynn walked into my office without her husband.
I only treated couples.
I was supposed to help save her marriage; instead, I was the main reason for its destruction.
I did everything the way I was supposed to.
I graduated college.
Went straight...
All my current couples were already a handful.
A marriage therapist with a failing marriage.
If only they knew.
That is until Kami Lynn walked into my office without her husband.
I only treated couples.
I was supposed to help save her marriage; instead, I was the main reason for its destruction.
I did everything the way I was supposed to.
I graduated college.
Went straight...
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When I envisioned the life that I wanted for myself, I pictured myself sitting in a rocking chair in the nursery me and my husband had spent months designing. I pictured looking down at a baby that resembled the both of us, and thanking God that he chose me to be their mother.
My reality was that I was staring down at another negative pregnancy test and realizing the possibility that I had failed another cycle of IVF, alone.
There was no husband...
My reality was that I was staring down at another negative pregnancy test and realizing the possibility that I had failed another cycle of IVF, alone.
There was no husband...
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Every day I turned my camera on, sat in front of my tripod, and recorded myself doing my makeup, hair, or getting ready for an event. My supporters watched wishing they had the newest designer bag that I had just worn, or the mountains upon mountains of PR every brand sent to my front door. They wanted to be Harlym J., and I mean, I couldn't blame them. I made this lifestyle look like a piece of cake with three cherries on top.
What they didn't...
What they didn't...