Katie's doctors noted her word salad and diagnosed schizophasia. Disordered nonsense was all they heard. But Katie had a twin, Casey, who she had been on speaking terms with in the womb. It was with him, dead for fourteen years, she conversed in their own private language. If the doctors had known about Casey, they'd have deduced idioglossia. Not schizo, but cryptophasia. It was another misdiagnosis for the book that wouldn't be written.
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