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How do I find the doctor? Because I really need to go back to his office, and I don't know how.

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Finding the doctor isn't hard, and I do it by starting my search for him in the right place.<br><br>My name is Olivia Wright, and I've had many names in my life. One of my earliest memories of the time when I was to get a new name was when I was holding my mother's hand in a crowded office building filled with the smell of stale air and old books. We had just met the doctor, and she had told him that I needed a name. That was a name for life, a name that would make me a great person and someone who everyone would know. The first name she was given was Cora. It was a pretty name, but it didn't sound right, so the doctor helped her choose a new name that sounded no better. Finally, after much deliberation, she had told him that Ameila was perfect. The doctor nodded and handed her a small stack of papers. "Then it is settled, you now have a new name, Amelia", he said. <br><br>My mother had smiled at her new name, and so had I. <br><br>I don't know why I remember that moment so well, but my mother had always loved that memory, even when she forgot my name. She had told me stories about that moment many times over the years, but soon she had forgotten her name, my name, and the names of her children. <br><br>It was a shame; I had so much fun with my siblings. She never got tired of talking about them, but she didn't know where they were. We didn't know where they were or where they went. One day, they were there, and the next, they were gone, but she always kept talking about them. The same happened with the doctor. She forgot where the doctor was, but she never forgot about him. She always told me that I had to find the doctor. That he was the one who could heal the wounds, that he was the one who could help me find my siblings back. <br><br>I don't know if it was true. My mother barely remembered my name, but she was the only one who knew where to start the search. <br><br>The search for the doctor had started on the city square, next to the fountain. She had told me that I should look for the man with the glasses and the black hat. The man always wore his glasses, even when he slept. I knew because she had told me the story so many times. That was how I knew that he had taken his glasses off when he had tried to sleep with her. She had told me about the times he had tried to sleep with her. She had said that she screamed and screamed, and he had given her medicine to help her sleep. How he took off his glasses when he wanted to do bad things with her. She didn't want to do bad things with him. She had wanted to love him. She was never allowed to.<br><br>So I looked for the man with the glasses and the black hat. I looked for him everywhere. I walked the streets, talked to people, and asked about the doctor. Some people knew him, but they didn't want to say where he was. They told me that he only came out at night and lived in the sewers. But he wasn't there. I looked for him in the sewers, but I didn't find him. <br><br>I was starting to think that he really didn't exist, that he was just a figment of her imagination, a way to imagine a world away from the cruel reality she was living in. But I couldn't stop now. I had to know the truth. I had to find the doctor and know if he had taken my siblings. <br><br>I had to wait for nightfall to get to the office where I finally found him. It was hidden behind the library, and only accessible through the streets in the back alleys. I had never seen that door before, so I had not noticed it. <br><br>I didn't know what I was going to say to him, but I didn't have to. He was already waiting for me, standing in the elevator. There was something familiar about him, but I didn't know what. He took off his glasses and smiled. <br><br>"I think you've grown up, Amelia." he said as he opened the elevator door and took me to his office. <br><br>That's why I had to go back to the doctor's office. I had to find my siblings, and I had to make sure that he would never hurt me or my mother again. But I had no idea how I did it, and I had never seen the building before, so I had to find a way back. But that was a story for another day.

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