Mentally Ill // Dolan Twins ( BWWM)
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Last published Wed, Apr 6, 2016
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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