HAPPY HOMETOWN.
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Welcome to Happy Hometown Mental Hospital, where we turn your child's frown, into a smile.
{Disclaimer: Please, for God's sake, don't come waltzing into my book, and nitpick about it. I haven't been to a mental ward, or facility, necessarily. So don't say 'oh they don't do that' or 'actually, they do this' I don't care, got it? I give little fucks about your opinions. My book, my rules. Don't like it? Well, lucky for you there's an exit button. Enjoy.}
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