Nurturing the Mentally Unstable to Avoid Debt

Nurturing the Mentally Unstable to Avoid Debt

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•This story is a fan fiction from the novel Nurturing the Future Hero to Avoid Death/Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death ~~~~ •Credits to the original author: Yomogino ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I an adult who is all alone. Lost my parents on a young age, was taken care by my grandpa but oh who would've though that i will lost my so beloved grandpa! Even if it's tragic, hey atleast i can take care of myself! Wrong. Im just an adult who doesn't have any hopes and dreams in life waiting to rot and die! Well..atleast i have job..? No. I have to stick with mentally unstable people!! Why? To pay off my debt! All i did in my adult life is waste money on video games until im currently pennyless. Well..as i was saying im a psychiatrist. Someone who treats patients who are out of their mind- ..... Patients who are in an unstable state..!
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