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| Oh, WAH-HA-HA!!! Her...her MANGLED CORPSE...it's all MY FAULT!!! WAH-HA-HA!!! *SOB!!!* | |
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| Sometimes you solve a case...and sometimes... sometimes you hate yourself just a little more...for the rest of your life. | |
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