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Chapter Twenty-Seven
The ride to the local museum was short, mostly because Seth was going way over the speed limit, and mostly because Ophelia was too excited to focus on the passage of time. In reality, it was their conversations that made the ride seem short. Seth told Ophelia about medical school, and the specialty he had chosen -psychiatry. He was deeply interested in the workings of the human mind, and what pushed people over the edge and what made everyone who they were, and if it could be changed; healed for the better or silenced to curb the worst. Ophelia in turn talked about art. Why she loved painting, how it was a source of escape from reality for her, and the classes she took on to learn and sharpen her talent and passion. She avoided the parts that revealed the fact that she was constricted b
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