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I asked a friend to
meet me at a diner.
She said, "Is that
the body diner?"  She
thrilled to think it
was the one the
mafia corpse was
discovered at.

"No."  I felt bad
telling her no.
It wasn't the body
diner, it was only
the one on the White
Horse Pike.  The
body diner was
off at the circle
end of 130, near
the Delaware River
and so-o- con-
venient to Phila-
delphia.

Today I passed
the real, the
genuine body diner.

I thrilled to think
a corpse, open-
mouthed, had been
discovered there.

I speculated about
the state of the
world and the
Mafia wars.  I
felt proud to
live so

close.