The Un-Sane
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Do you ever think how your life would be different, if you didn't do something? Like, if you didn't go to a party...? If you didn't make the friends you have now?
All these years we've always joked about how we are crazy, like to the point where we have needed some form of mental help. But we didn't realise how "crazy" we were until things got out of hand.
Remember: Some things aren't misunderstandings, or accidents, or coincidences. Some are crimes. And you if plead not guilty by reason of insanity... You can get away with anything. Or so they say...
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