For a second time I set out from the Institute. This time even more in turmoil than before. Last time I had been a blank slate, nothing behind me but sterile white walls, nothing in front of me but endless possibilities. This time I had the entire self identity I'd built up fighting with the doctor's one little potent aside -- "what makes you
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I don't think I've ever written anything before that tried to get this psychological.
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Also, Dorothy has a cat? :P
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