The Facility
Sequel to Whittier, Alaska.
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You meet such interesting people in asylums. If not for their company I might’ve lost my mind, being that I’m the only sane person in this dump. Surely it shouldn’t work that way? Talking to them should erode my grip on reality. Then again, maybe they get saner by talking to me. Mental health osmosis, you could call it.
They’re fake anyways. I don’t kno…