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And why didn’t they ever ask me questions? Why couldn’t we brainstorm the experiment together? I had so many ideas! Like, miniature lab coats for all of us mice. And Brussel sprouts sandwiches, every twenty-six minutes. And improved analytics for their statistical models.
That’s the problem with humans, Rosie. They’re not always big thinkers. (Do you suppose this is because they lost their tails? Did they have tails once, like mice? Is that what the lab coats are for, to hide the evidence of their shame?)
“Just run it another time,” the first researcher said.
In half a second (So quick! Ha! Ha-ha-ha!), I was out again.
That night, new questions arrived. Didn’t the maze bore the others? Why were they so
intent on burrowing, when our cage was solid, and could not be burrowed through?
I was missing something. Some important secret about the world. It was lonely, Rosie.
I was lonely every day, until the night I met you.
Always,
Clementine
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