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I Didn't Know There Was Something Really Wrong, Because Everyone Was Crazy. It's Just That Everyone Else Was Still Functional. I Didn't Realize That I Was Any Worse Off.

-Emma Forrest

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I Didn't Know There

Emma Forrest

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I Didn't Know There Was Something Really Wrong, Because Everyone Was Crazy. It's Just That Everyone Else Was Still Functional. I Didn't Realize That I Was Any Worse Off.

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