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TOKYO (Reuters) - A Japanese nurse who tried to relieve her work stress by tearing off patients' nails was sentenced Monday to three years and eight months in prison.

The 32-year-old Japanese woman, who worked at a hospital in the ancient capital of Kyoto, tore off the fingernails and toenails of six female patients in September and October 2004. The patients were all immobile after strokes or other illnesses.

The Kyoto District Court said the woman had committed the cruel acts to relieve stress she was under from extra work forced on her by her supervisors.
Oddly Enough News Article | Reuters.com

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  1. That poor, overworked woman.

    No, I'm kidding. It's a good thing they nailed her.

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  2. Why, I'm Marc Levy. The good Marc, not the evil Marc who does all the bad things for which I get blamed.

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  3. Yes, but how can I know?

    You could be the Evil Marc, posing as the Good Marc, which would make me quite the mark, indeed.

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