Cooper Gets to Prove Himself
By Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] Cooper sat hunched on the green velvet couch, the soft cushions swallowing his frame as he stared down at the printed invoice in his lap. His thumb traced the edge of the paper. He’d read it three times now, hoping the number would shrink with each pass. It didn’t. Across the room, Dr. Shawn Williams sat in his leather chair, legs crossed, the curve of his thick forearms resting calmly on one knee. His shirt–a
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