Mentally Ill // Dolan Twins ( BWWM)
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It was the Summer Massacre of 1970. It took 10 years until the murders where arrested. After they where announced guilty and insane, they where brought to a HIGHLY guarded Insane Asylum. That's where I come in. My name is Montoya Jones and I'm a Therapist for the dangerously psychopathic Criminals.
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