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Chapter 16
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It’sthedoctorwhostartsthingsoff."Now,people,ifwecangetthingsrolling?"
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"Fifteenafter.It’spasttimewestarted.Now.MissRatched,asmostofyouknow,calledthisget-together.ShephonedmebeforetheTherapeuticCommunitymeetingandsaidthatinheropinionMcMurphywasduetoconstituteadisturbanceontheward.Eversointuitive,consideringwhatwentonafewminutesago,don’tyouthink?"
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