Well, he only "hung" around for a day or two before flying away. If you ask me, he was a little batty. Cute, just a little batty.
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Once upon a time I worked in a morgue as a death investigator. But, just like Shakespeare, all good things must come to in end. My time in a morgue began in 2006 and at the end of November 2009, I crossed over to rejoin the living. This is how I went from working with the dead to working with the living. Better Buckle up for this one. Bumpiest ride I've ever been on!
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