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| Please don't take Erin; I'm all set to slip her the old formaldehyde rag this afternoon ... | |
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| ERIN, YOU WILL COME WITH ME IN PRECISELY 37 MINUTES. | |
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| I'm too young to die, for crying out loud! Just promise me you won't let Ashleigh touch my body! | |
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| Relax my dear, no hands will touch your cold, dry flesh except mine. | |
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| Yes, I thank you for your work in cremating my dear Penelope, but what's this item on the bill about depeliation? | |
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| Look at the purity of those ashes. We won't allow any hair in there. Our motto is, A Penny urned is a Penny shaved. | |
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