i have actually had a really beautiful and strange thirty-minute conversation with mama cass. her name is not mama cass, obviously, but that's all you'll get out of me. she is easily the saddest, most broken person i have ever met. my guess is that she is paranoid schizophrenic, the break having happened many years ago. she will leap between times and places and subjects as though it is a consistent narrative. we have discussed her childhood living arrangement, the abuse she suffered as a young woman and the reason she quit her typing classes in july, all in no more than a handful of sentences interspersed with often shockingly accurate scripture.
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