Dans une salle arrire un homme effectue une autopsie sur un vieil impermable. Est-ce que son pouse dans la porte avec une bougie et, comment apparat demande va-t-il ? Pas maintenant, pas maintenant, je suis obtenir juste la doublure, il murmure avec l'impatience. J'ai juste voulu savoir si tu trouvais des caillots de sang ? Caillots de sang ? ! Pour mon collier...
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