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| Where's that srtange wind and smell of Ben Gay coming from? | |
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| Sorry 'bout that, sonny. It's me, your granny. I died and now I am forced to linger on the earth until my soul is satisfied. | |
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| So, let me get this straight...you're dead...and now you're haunting me? My grandmother wouldn't do that. | |
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| I'm not haunting you. I'm haunting your mailbox. Have I gotten any mail from any agents? | |
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| WOW! It really IS you! I don't know what I am supposed to tell you grandma. Maybe you just need to go rest in peace. | |
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| Oh, this is REALLY starting to **** me off!! They already made me waste my life away waiting on them. Now, I'm wasting my death as well!! I need to go send out a follow-up email to that last agent. | |
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