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The Loony Bin

The nurse walked by her side directing her where to go. At each stop, they filled out more paperwork and took vitals adding to the collection of leaves on the clipboard. The nurse was younger than she was, probably only by a a few years and had on shiny black shoes that tapped with each step she took. She liked the attention. Helen checked herself in so that he couldn’t. If he brought her here, he chose when she left. This way, she was in charge.


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