The Crazy Ones || Frerard
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Last published Sat, Sep 2, 2017
"I'm Frank Iero." He says, "Congratulations on joining the not-so-crazy-ones club. Members, two... You and I." He sticks his hand towards me.
"Gerard Way." I reply, swallowing a little too hard, "And, that's where you are incorrect, Mr. Iero, in here, we are the crazy ones."
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