I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend
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I’m not in my right mind.
But I still believe I’m human.
Unless you plan to strip every right away from mentally unstable people, isn’t this treatment too harsh?
Worse than a stray dog.

A dog.

Being a dog would be better.
Didn’t everyone raise a dog at least once when they were kids?
Anyone want to adopt a Seo Ah?

Ah, no—more like a dog without a leash.
But one that still wears a collar.
I remember trying to raise one like that and failing.

It feels like something similar to that.

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