Eventually, Solitary starts talking to you. It’s quiet and intermittent at first. Occasional words calve in, as if slivers of thought were becoming dislodged. The trickle gathers slowly into a stream. After a while, it’s babble. In the end – with a peculiar laugh – you realize that you’re begging to be left alone.
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