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When the thaw came, she found a skeleton peeking out of the snowbank on the front lawn. “Oh, Uncle Anthony,” she said, “this needs to stop. I’ve been worried about you all winter.”
“Go away,” said the skeleton. “I’m dead.”
“No, Uncle Anthony, you’re permanently re-animated. Hiding in a snowbank won’t change anything.”]
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