I’m so confused. I thought I knew what I wanted to do to take care of my problem, but now I’m not so sure. Somehow what’s inside of me is not an it any more. It’s a person. When does a person become a person exactly? What does it even mean to be a person? It’s scary to be responsible for someone else, whether they live or die. I need to think about this some more.
—Lucy
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