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It was the kind of day like any other day, perhaps not the worst or best of days if one had to guess at these things, but a kind of indeterminate day that starts off with a bang and ends with a Buick hanging precariously over the edge of a mountain cliff, with one lone survivor desperately attempting to scramble across the back seat and away from the three murdered occupants before the car plummeted 300 feet into the ravine below.
Dr. Drib
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