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| A dockworker claimed he smelled something funny upon investigating, he found the body, with a six inch slit across her stomach. She had been positioned upside-down, pushed up against the wall and | |
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| pinned there with some boxes full of old-fashioned tin children’s’ toys. She had slid down so that her head was bent up and smashed against the floor, supporting the rest of her weight. We got a c | |
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| about three minutes later. That was this morning. The warehouse she was stashed in has a history of being a dumping ground for weird things, despite its reasonable amount of security. | |
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| By the time I got to the diner of 135th, it was the lunch hour rush, and it took me forever to get my sandwich. By the time I got a hold of it, it looked like I got the old corned beef that fell | |
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| behind the grease trap. It was delicious. | |
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| It would surprise a great many people to know that having a job like mine is very therapeutic for a man like me. Today seemed pretty nice, despite having been dumped by my fiancé two weeks before. | |
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