Lost Mind
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Last published Wed, Jun 21, 2017
-Какво мислите за лудни цата?-попита психолога
-Мисля че лудницата е просто едно обикновенно място-каза простичко Ана
-Как така?Едва ли някое "обикновенно място" ще влияе така на човешкия ум-учуди се психолога
-Вижте сега госпожице Смит.Лудницата е място-приближи се по-близо до психолога-не лудницата влудява човешкия ум, нито атмосферата по-скоро хората тук полудяват защото собственият им ум и мисли ги убиват-изкъска Ана
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