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Dear abby,

Got a problem. Im a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. its

Important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. but we just cant

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 helperand ta-da!

The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. they ask me whats

My secret. abby, I think theyre getting suspicious. my smart-ass 8-year-old keeps

Asking, wheres all the meat? the red dye #2 kind thats kept in the fridge.

If they find out the truth I dont think theyll understand. abby, what do I tell

My family?

Dear reaganomics victim: consult your clergyman. make sure the bodys

Blessed and everything should be just fine.

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