"My Dad died. A lot of sleeps ago. Cancer ate him. Just like your Dad. Cancer is the crab on the horoscope. Crab dinner, $6.99, all you can eat."
"It's O.K., 'cause the crab ate all the hard parts first.[...]Just before he died, when he was only mostly dead, he was so nice, 'cause only the soft parts were left. He was the nicest guy in the world. He hugged me and he told me, over and over, he loved me, loved me. I hate seafood."
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