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Monday morning, my father and I were leaving for a funeral. I've never enjoyed accompanying Mr. Barnes, my father, to work; nevertheless, I don't refuse. The deceased had died on a Saturday afternoon. Ms. Winchester, the dead man's wife, had yet not notice, till the milkmen arrived late, bringing not so fresh milk. She couldn't carry all the bottles by herself, so she yelled for help, but got no answer. "Mr. Winchester passed away due to natural causes, during his nap, peacefully", said Mr. Barnes in a calming voice to ...
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The party has come to an end. A couple is sitting on a green couch. Renee and Alex. They both stop hugging. Then one of them proceeds to put music, "Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson starts playing; the volume, 85 decibels, as loud as the human ears can handle. They should tidy up before morning.Red plastic cups, all over the fraternity's floor. There's toilet paper everywhere but the washroom; condoms stuck inside the sink, a ball full of toothpaste on the microwave, and goat's excrement inside the living room's top drawer. A few books on...
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