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The lady walked in with the first body. Whoever was under there, they didn't seem to move around, he was releived at this fact. That was before the other man came in, dressed in what looked like a Hazmat suit.
"Is there a reason to be wearing that sir?" he asked.
"Yes." the man replied.
"Well could you tell me?"
"I am not authorized." The man then walked out of the room, leaving the heavyset body in the room with the mortician.
He unzipped the bag and a extrodanarilly strong stench arose from the body, glazed eyes staring back at him.
He knew something smelled, and it wasn't the body.
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord to tell everyone about that time at Ronnie's house when I smashed the beer bottle over my own head.
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