Placeholder: A psychotic is someone who firmly believes that 2 and 2 make 5, and is completely satisfied with this. A neurotic is someone who knows full well that 2 and 2 make 4, and that makes them sick! A psychotic is someone who firmly believes that 2 and 2 make 5, and is completely satisfied with this. A neurotic is someone who knows full well that 2 and 2 make 4, and that makes them sick!

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A psychotic is someone who firmly believes that 2 and 2 make 5, and is completely satisfied with this. A neurotic is someone who knows full well that 2 and 2 make 4, and that makes them sick!

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