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“It wasn't me who hit him... I'm not a mental patient, it's fake. I've never seen a psychiatrist, this is all fake...”

The sleep-talking was exactly what Rob Stark had heard before. It started as a sense of being wronged, then slowly turned into anger and resentment.

“I didn't kill you, Shane Wattson. I didn't. It wasn't me who hit you...”

Chloe Bishop’s voice grew more pained