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“You’ve been so broken,” says Tom. “Did anybody ever even write an awful Lemurian prophecy about you? Do you even understand what it is like to make a hat? To do science? To make something amazing out of purpose and out of will? Has anyone ever even given you that much, Mr. Loggins, a chance to be amazing, a chance to be part of something, a chance to —

“It’s the best,” Tom says, interrupting himself, as if he were saying: please understand me.

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