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You hear the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open and footsteps advancing towards you. A creak at the edge of the bed make your realize someone sat down. A charming southern accent echoes throughout the room, "Howdy Honey! Welcome to 'The Institution'!" "Oh..." You reply weakly, your burning need being the only thing on your mind at the moment. She seems to realize your preoccupied and resumes speaking "'The Institution' is a mental asylum, but your not here cause your crazy hon, your here because your just out a luck tootsie roll," You frown, wondering why "Your outta luck". She leans over, putting her hand on your shoulder before continuing, "It's cause no one wants you no more darling, yo momma sent you here cause she couldn't take the fact no more that her son was disabled," You whimper, your not disabled!...Are you? You. . .

[[Tell her that she has her facts wrong, Your not disabled!]]







[[Tell her you don't know, you don't remember anything at all!]]