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Katie might have asked herself, is Lolita the most appropriate book to read on the pediatric psychiatric ward? It didn't matter, because it was confiscated immediately. But when she hijacked the nurses station to get it back, it was midnight, and the guards were tired and on their phones. When one deigned to look up at her, she passed her hand across her throat, the universal gesture for slicing someone's throat. She had to smile too: the noose they had put around her pubescence, it was beautiful; the same literature that decorated her mind was a necklace made for her disease.