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  In a back room a man is performing an autopsy 
on an old raincoat.
  His wife appears in the doorway with a candle 
and asks, how does it go?
  Not now, not now, I'm just getting to the lining, 
he murmurs with impatience.
  I just wanted to know if you found any blood clots?
  Blood clots?!
  For my necklace . . .

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