| Mr. Feeny: | See that flower?
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| Cory: | Yessss!! A garden metaphor, I love the garden metaphors, I just love them!!
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| Mr. Feeny: | That flower was in a small pot in my living room. But it outgrew its surroundings, so I transplanted it here in the garden.
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| Cory: | Seems like it's doing okay.
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| Mr. Feeny: | Oh, yes, it's flourishing. Now, Topanga always thrived here. She was successful in whatever she did... here.
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| Cory: | Well, I think she'd be successful anywhere.
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| Mr. Feeny: | Do you believe that?
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| Cory: | Of course I do.
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| Mr. Feeny: | Does she? Did you know that before Topanga decided not to go to Yale, she came to my office to talk to me?
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| Cory: | Yeah, about me. Right? She didn't want to go to Yale because of me.
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| Mr. Feeny: | Yes, that's what she said.
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| Cory: | You mean, it wasn't about me?
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| Mr. Feeny: | Now, when I pulled that flower out of the small pot in my living room, it resisted a little. It tried to hang on by its roots. I had to force it out.
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| Cory: | Because you thought it would do better out here in the world, right?
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| Mr. Feeny: | No, because I thought if I left it there, it would stop growing. |
