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A childhood belief about people

My dad was a funeral director and used to take us with him on deat calls. Me and my sister were sitting in the back of the van with the dead body we were about 4 and five. And for some reason I thought all the dead people my dad picked up were really bad. I thought this one guy was a huge mean boxer and thats why he died. weird huh

— jen

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