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Just start somewhere,” Dr. Marshall had said to me as I ground a banana-pineapple one to bits between my teeth. “It doesn’t have to be at the beginning.” She’d pulled her legs up, Indian-style, letting the legal pad she’d been holding drop to the floor.”I thought everything always had to start at the beginning,” I said. “Not in this room,” she said easily. “Go ahead, Caitlin. Just tell me one thing. It gets easier, I promise. The first thing is always the hardest.” I looked down at my hands, stained mildly red from the particularly sticky watermelon Rancher. “Okay,” I said, reaching forward to take another one out of the bowl, just in case. She was already sitting back in her chair, readying herself for whatever glimpse I would give her into the mess I’d become. “What was the name of Pygmalion’s sister?”She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. “Ummm,” she said, keeping her eyes on me. “I don’t know.””Rogerson did,” I told her. “Rogerson knew everything.

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