mom: what time did you go to bed last night?
me: that information is confidential
Somewhere in the twisted caverns of the mind, where sunlight barely illuminates the rugged writing on the walls, is a sanctuary. Carved above the sanctuary's front doorway are the words,
"Are we demented or am I disturbed?"
"Are we demented or am I disturbed?"
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