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"Oh, this is rich!" Amelia practically choked on her coffee, her laughter bubbling up like a geyser. The email, forwarded by a friend, had revealed all. Michael, the bane of her existence in middle school, the boy who'd made her life a living hell, was now a *therapist*.

She slammed her fist on the table, the action fueled by pure, unadulterated glee. Then she started scrolling through his website, cackling at each carefully chosen word, each professional headshot. She imagined the sessions, the awkward silences, the potential for… well, let’s just say she had plans.

She picked up her phone and dialed the number on the website. Her voice was unusually high-pitched as she said, "Hello, yes, I'd like to make an appointment…"