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// Deep Thoughts 
// Story: I Am Octavia 
// by Matthias Ramsey 
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Vinyl thought long and hard about the clerk's words as she waited out her train ride. She was sure he had some kind of background in psychology or something, judging from how much he could tell just from her body language. Come to think of it, she'd seen him somewhere before...
She took out her phone and went to the archives of the newspaper she always read, The Day-To-Day, and looked back a year or so.
There, on the headline of November 22nd, Vinyl's birthday. Prominent Clinical Psychologist Rorschach Retires at 83.
"Rorschach..." Vinyl leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "I get why Octy's mad. I'm mad at myself, too..."
She had no excuse for coming home late. That was purely her own poor judgement. But as for the cancelling of plans...
She'd been working for a week now on something for Octavia for her birthday. At their house, birthdays tended to come and go. This year, Vinyl felt that she wanted to do something special for Octavia. She'd had several ponies helping her, and had even spent a long day tasting wines to determine which would be best, even though she didn't drink.
Of course, since she wanted it to be a surprise, she had to make excuses. The "empty promises" were really genuine, but had to be broken in order to keep up the ruse. Something made Vinyl think that something else had Octavia bitter.
And then she remembered the late nights. Every night Vinyl was very late getting home, sometimes not making it back until three or four the next morning. That could be attributed to nothing but her DJ'ing. The more she thought about it, the more that seemed like the true cause.
She sighed. "I need help. Serious help."