"Randy wasn't brought up to be like this. Randy knew better. Randy could never do something like that. He's our good son, our chosen one, the righteous one, surely not he...?"
It gets very noisy in a quiet room with lots of people who chose to remain silent for one reason or another.
"Do you hear voices or see faces?" The psychologist asked. She spied over the rim of her spectacles, analyzing my eyes and face. I shifted my legs across to the other side of the chair.
"Yes," I relied, "but I don't believe they are in my head, they are other people's thoughts. And as for the faces, that's none of your business, this is our first visit..."
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