Matt sneezed all over the pig fetus and then wiped his nose with his glove covered with formaldehyde and who knows what viruses.
Tag: Ron Riekki
“Your first body?” “Dead one, yeah.”
There’s nowhere more unsafe than the back of an ambulance. . .
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