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| So I attacked Janine's weird zombie friend, ate his thumb, and DIED. | |
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| Next thing I know, I wake up, but I feel.... different. | |
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| I crave BRAINS. I am a zombie mutt. And this morning I woke up in a field, with no idea how I got there. What did I do last night? | |
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| Could my life get any worse?? | |
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| Hey stud. You were great last night. | |
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