I'm not insane
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I've found this letter on the floor of cell 263, which belonged to madman Bay Clinton. I don't know what happened to him. On a morning, when I opened up his room to get him for breakfast, he was gone. This notebook was left on the ground. You can look through it if you want.
~Nurse from the Tilten Asylum
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