My stories always make sense and I always seem to get off thus far. Because of this that happened. Logically I had no other choice. I was abandoned because I was stigmatized for mental illness constraints. I was dishonored by my country by unappreciative selfish Americans.

 There is a reason. And that is because. Due to logic my stories always make sense. Every time.

I dropped out because I needed to pay off my loan. I went AWOL because I didn't want to be an amputee. I didn't get married because no one would give me a chance. I took my medicine because that was how I got paid.

I didn't have a motive. I even gave out free lessons countless times. As things naturally progressed my stories passed moral checkpoints and justifiable reasons. Pathologically I told the truth.

I smoked weed because Lord of the Rings was shown to be the answer at the time. I listened to peoples warnings and suggestions countless times. I didn't fight that white women were shown to be the answer and was sent to Germany where there's blondes. I help my parents because they are my family and feel that is an obligation.



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