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The Pathologist

There was no rancour in the brain, or canker, no legions, in fact this brain could be re-used, the heart had been torn apart but looked perfect, what had caused this terrible damage - what do you expect? Had it received a constant battering from others, by having palpitations and too many lovers? just a red pump indeed, without blood delivery to the brain, none of the organs would survive. He placed the heart to one side, the right - it had spent it's life on the left, so bereft, how could it be punctured with no mark, and lived a life, a dead cert for being hurt. Did you hear about the Greek necrophiliac? George Fucacarcous, might have been infectious.

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