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After beating the devil in a game of Scrabble, Jake finally found his mother.
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| Hey, mom. How's it going? | |
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| Good, I guess. I've been working in this graveyard for about ten years now. | |
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| This job seems like it'd suck. | |
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| Nah, only when the zombies come alive and try to eat my flesh. Luckly I have anti-zombie spray. | |
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| This is so much fun, mother! I can only hope that a shovel won't fall on my head and make me a complete idiot. But what are the chances of that happening. | |
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