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To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.

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Kelley Armstrong
Age: 55
Born: 1968
Born: December 14
Novelist
Writer
city of Sudbury
Sarah
Thoughts
Dead
Father
Body
Distract
Check
Checks
Decided

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