samson lau

Sam had been at this school for almost a year now. While it's definitely different from what he's used to - well, everything's different from what he's used to - he quite liked being here. The structure was something that took a long time to adapt to, but he was starting to like it. Getting real...

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Sam thought that the entire idea of therapy for someone like him was fucking bullshit. He didn't even know what therapy was until the police lady explained to him. Going to therapy, it turned out, was one of the many things that he had to do so that he doesn't get sent back to where he came...