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this morning on wednesday april seventeenth two thousand thirteen a man was found dead in the parking lot of a walmart on a cold drizzly spring day wearing an old carhartt splotched by cloudy ink stains a white tee and jeans so faded and worn that there were quarter sized holes dotting the fabric and an old red and white-gone-gray cap that framed his cold stubbled scarred scabbed face in his pockets the following were found: a wallet containing seventeen dollars and sixty three cents a bottle of forty antidepressants minus around a hand full the hopes and dreams of a seven year old boy and a broken pocket watch
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
the seventeenth
this morning on wednesday april seventeenth two thousand thirteen a man was found dead in the parking lot of a walmart on a cold drizzly spring day wearing an old carhartt splotched by cloudy ink stains a white tee and jeans so faded and worn that there were quarter sized holes dotting the fabric and an old red and white-gone-gray cap that framed his cold stubbled scarred scabbed face in his pockets the following were found: a wallet containing seventeen dollars and sixty three cents a bottle of forty antidepressants minus around a hand full the hopes and dreams of a seven year old boy and a broken pocket watch
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
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