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"For the record, I still don't see how this is going to help with my bipolar disorder. I mean, my behavior was generally fine. Up until the incident a few weeks ago. But besides that, I am generally fine. Meds help, they do. I mean, sure, with Julie, it maybe might make sense. But for one incidence of attempted self harm, this seems like a bit of a stretch. Really, it does." Vince said, almost pleading. He liked his autonomy and getting sent to this place bashed it to the ground. But this treatment, which had become fairly famous, was burying it in the ground and leaving it for dead. "Please don't, please. Please, please, please pleasepleaseplease..." Vince's cry for mercy turned shortly into inarticulate sobbing as he sat cross legged on the ground. Curse his parents, they certainly didn't mention this! He didn't even think to ask how the treatment was modified when he realized his autonomy would be so desecrated.
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