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Some corpses are too dead to live again, no matter how hard you shock their hearts to relieve pre-death farts. Little people, too little to be midgets, ride gerbils and hamsters and chinchillas. They scream like a Ninja. They ream you before they go in ya. They run down steps. They live out west.
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