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I used to work at a gun club when I was about 19. Every morning I would go to the clubhouse to have some breakfast and the employees were usually pretty lively and would all say good morning, snap me with towels, throw ice, etc.
One particular morning all of the employees and some of the owners family who also worked at the club were sitting at their usual table completely silent. That was so unusual I HAD to say something. I got my breakfast without anyone saying shit to me and as I was walking to the table I asked "So who the hell died?".
Turns out the owner had died the night before.
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I like pie.
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