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Most of you agreed last week that Clyota was probably in need of therapy. So here she is, talking with her psychologist about her mother, as one does. Or so I’m told:
“All those stories about space heroes and brave kids saving the day, and death before dishonor, and all that stuff—she wanted to teach me to be just like her.” I shrugged again, welcoming the physical pain that jolted me out of the deeper kind. “It must be the only thing she failed at—I’m more a Wind in the Willows kind of person.”
“Which part of Wind in the Willows?” asked Rafe. “The part where the Rat and Mole rescue Toad? Or the part where the friends fight off the Stoats?”
You would think this story would be more Alice in Wonderland, but for some reason the Wind in the Willows kept showing up—maybe because Clyota isn’t really a fish out of water?
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