Tara Sahdev

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Whenever we passed the place, my sisters and I would stick our heads out the car window, expecting to hear a hysterical voice cackling, “I’m mad, I tell you, MAD!” The patient would embrace his lunacy as though it were a treasure he had discovered hidden beneath the floor-boards. “Mad! Do you hear me, I’m mad!”
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