what stories you could tell me cold lying on this slab john doe you liked that old soul food judging by the contents within belly. did it extinguish you? maybe, although these bullet wounds might explain more clearly why you're lying on this slab do you donate? my mother needs these lungs. 30 years a marlboro woman you won't mind I think my friend how did it come to this? is there someone out ther looking for you? mourning you? glad that you are finally here, lying on this slab mr. doe I have to stitch you back now promised mr.hanks I'd be done by four. this job's a bitch, but then why am I complaining you're the one lying on this slab.Birth sign: Virgo
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