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, "Thank you. I'm honored that he would take an interest. I'm

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group, out of this building, and out of California." She sets her

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mall, dry smile. "I won't insul

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olleagues, not to friends, not to family, not to a spouse or a priest or a therapist, for the duration of my employment and for the rest of my life. If anyone asks where I work, I'm to say that I'm "in rese

the duration of the first year. My communications will be monitored. I ma

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ited to physical, neurological, and endocrine harm." It says I may be required to undergo "regular and invasive medical monitoring." It says that in certain circumstances I may be asked to participate in "procedures of experimental nature." It says that I understand an

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patient, unhurried attention I felt on the sky bridge, and I understand all at once

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who wrote it are not being dramatic. I won't tell you otherwise, because

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turn to Dr. Nair's group, and your record will remain exactly as clean as it

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s me more than anything she's said. "He doesn't offer this lightly. He has not offered it to anyone

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tell you everything on the first day. It isn't fair to ask you to say yes to som

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nd go back to the fourth floor and the archive room and the quiet corner at midnight, knowing I could have said yes and didn't. It doesn't f

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hing in her face shifts, softens, goes quietly bright, like a lamp being tu

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