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NorthRidge: Home for the Insane

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Mutants. Freaks. Abominations. Those are the people who come through those doors. 'Patients' they call us, as if we can be cured. 'Children' they call us, as if we have our innocence. 'Humans' they call us, as if we weren't treated like dogs. 
They should call us prisoners, for we can't escape at all.

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