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Emergency Help

Hello, you Emergency people! Thanks. Send me the doctor soon! My soul has been wounded. No, the truth is broken off – a part of my soul is inflamed and burns. It is tired of rudeness and deceit, of lack of money and the thousand other problems. Pardon me! I am not a hooligan. My soul is ill! It may now fly from me! Your best brigade will come? Thanks. I shall pay, of course. Where are you taking me? To a psychiatric hospital? Release me! No! No! I do not want to go!

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