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 | We're here today to bury our good friend, Stanley. He always smelled a bit of sunscreen, but I never questioned why. | |
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| Stanley was a good man. I liked his sense of style. I liked when he wore sombreros on International Day at the office. | |
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| I don't know, Leslie. The people in the office downstairs dragged me to this funeral. I'll be home in an hour. | |
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| Sylvester Woo? You're next. | |
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