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The person from the chicken factory is not me. The person that sat sweating against the wall under the hand-dryer with achy balls and a coat-hanger feeling in his guts, it's not me. He looks and sounds like me, but he's a much nicer guy. There's no way he'd back a furniture truck all the way up to a dead man's house and steal his whitegoods. That would take a lot of front. The guy from the chicken plant would never kick down doors of the recently deceased, or crawl in through their bathroom windows. That chicken plant guy would never, ever have helped a pencil-necked albino shift a stinking corpse from the kitchen to the couch.


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