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Dear abby,

Got a problem. i'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. it's
Important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. but we just can't
Afford to with the prices the way they are. so i bring home some choice cuts from my
Autopsy subjects. just mix in the tuna helper

The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. they ask me what's
My secret. abby, i think they're getting suspicious. my smart-ass 8-year-old keeps
Asking, "where's all the meat? the red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge."

If they find out the truth i don't think they'll understand. abby, what do i tell
My family?
Dear reaganomics victim: consult your clergyman. make sure the body's
Blessed and everything should be just fine.

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