He walked in and fell into the brown chair in the corner of my office–slouching, declaring loudly by his body language that he didn’t want to be there. The glazed-over look in his eye was screaming of an exasperated life. His hand caught his forehead as it fell forward, holding his brow along with some contempt for having to be there again. He had his Bible and the latest reading assignment with…

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