I Killed My Neighbour

I Killed My Neighbour

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In 1998, Arson Dwight was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Six years later, in a mental asylum he tells his friend Dave the tale of how he ended up in the loony bin and how he may have killed his neighbour. Sometimes odious neighbours can drive us to do terrible things. I attempted this story on my previous account: Colourful_Dreamer but it didn't work. Now I write this again with better expectations and a filthy mouth. You've been warned, the language is vulgar and the irony is extreme. Yeah I lost the pass to the old account ._.
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