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A sad evening at the morgue...
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| Alright Father, bring in the mother. | |
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| Hello ma'am... oh, this is the hardest part of my job.... I'm afraid we're going to require your assistance in identifying your daughter's remains. | |
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| Sounds like you already know it's her. I mean, you called ME, right? It's not like you have a line of parents outside who have daughters that were burned alive today, do you? | |
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| I'll just... leave you two alone. | |
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| Oh wow, you know you guys could have put her teeth closer to the bottom of the pile. | |
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