153. Peace

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The box rattled. I rolled my eyes and glanced at Tim. I said, "This one isn't at peace yet. I can't conduct the autopsy in peace either. Not again, Tim!" He sighed. "I will drown it in the tub with holy water upstairs and let you know when it's done, doc!" I nodded, tracing my fingers over the disfigured side of my face.

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