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...fortunately for Tyler..he was due to check in for his day
job as a hot- dog vendor. His most lucrative site at Fisherman's Wharf
held the scent of an idea...
"I know that my friend would understand"..he muttered to himself..
"Maybe the best way to remember him is to dismember him...
and let there be a fish feast"
"but how do I do this alone?"
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