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My name is James Krey. I am 23 years old, and I am addicted to Reese's Pieces. This is my completely truthful and accurate account of my stay at the Ohio State-Funded Rehabilitation Center. Well, I'm standing outside the "rehabilitation center" now, as my therapist called it. Don't see what the big deal is, it's just a tiny little red brick building in the middle of nowhere. People are starting to look at me funny. Might be because of my constant shoving of Reese's Pieces up my mouth. But most likely it's cause I'm taking too long looking at the building. Yeah, that must be why; I mean, there's nothing wrong with me, right? Right?...

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  • My name is James Krey. I am 23 years old, and I am addicted to Reese's Pieces. This is my completely truthful and accurate account of my stay at the Ohio State-Funded Rehabilitation Center. Well, I'm standing outside the "rehabilitation center" now, as my therapist called it. Don't see what the big deal is, it's just a tiny little red brick building in the middle of nowhere. People are starting to look at me funny. Might be because of my constant shoving of Reese's Pieces up my mouth. But most likely it's cause I'm taking too long looking at the building. Yeah, that must be why; I mean, there's nothing wrong with me, right? Right?...
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  • My name is James Krey. I am 23 years old, and I am addicted to Reese's Pieces. This is my completely truthful and accurate account of my stay at the Ohio State-Funded Rehabilitation Center. Well, I'm standing outside the "rehabilitation center" now, as my therapist called it. Don't see what the big deal is, it's just a tiny little red brick building in the middle of nowhere. People are starting to look at me funny. Might be because of my constant shoving of Reese's Pieces up my mouth. But most likely it's cause I'm taking too long looking at the building. Yeah, that must be why; I mean, there's nothing wrong with me, right? Right?... The plane I had to get on just an hour before wasn't too comfortable, I must say. I flew on Southwest. Wasn't my first choice, but it turned out good in the end. This one guy--looked foreign--took out a bomb and everyone ended up killing him with dental floss and phanny-packs. That's what I like about Southwest Airlines, it's real secure. As for this place I'm at now, can't be so sure. Today I met my new therapist, name is Dr.Nursenbommensch. I think he's German. Not so much by his name, just by the swastika he has tattoed on his head. Looks nice, I have a tattoo as well. It's a little dragon with butterfly wings, on the small of my back. That's a funny word, small. Man, I really have to stop eating Reese's Pieces...
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