“Close your eyes…loosen your toes, relax the muscles in your feet…slowly now…let go of all that surrounds you, feel the calm wash up your legs…your abdomen…your arms…your neck and finally all the way up your face,” Rory Cohen quietly and slowly spoke, almost whispered, to her twin brother as he lie on their comfy, soft, black plush leather couch in the finished basement on the lowest floor of their four story home. 

It was their cluttered playroom and the majority of their childhood was spent down there. The room was carpeted with dark maroon, plushy fiber and all the furniture, the coffee table, the chair and ottoman that matched the couch, were black. They had a huge television mounted above an elaborate black mantle that held just some of the many candles...

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