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Purple stares at the name in the book.
The object lies open on the page. It hasn't moved from where it's fallen.
It's not even her book. She shouldn't be looking at it.
But she is.
Something about the name just appeals to her.
She's not sure what it is.
It's not a girl's name. Purple is a girl. At least, she thinks she is.
That's what she was created as.
She is Purple. She is a girl. She is a flower.
The name keeps coming back to her, though.
She tries to busy herself, look at something else, research a new topic, but it keeps looping around her head.
‘Seth’.
…maybe you can be more than what you're made to be, they think.