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Detective in the parlor room asks who killed mr. body? Corpse cools, questions asked, tense stares, fingers pointed, clues counted, truth found, justice served, just kidding. It was the detective, out in the open, with his bare hands, and everybody saw him do it.
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
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Detective in the parlor room asks who killed mr. body? Corpse cools, questions asked, tense stares, fingers pointed, clues counted, truth found, justice served, just kidding. It was the detective, out in the open, with his bare hands, and everybody saw him do it.
ozymandias
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
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