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Post-mortem, he had the peaceful countenance of a sleeping child. In better days, his face had been worn with worry and concern. He was, after all, an executive. No one saw it coming, least of all those who were in the restaurant. What set him off and erased those lines? And why — why — why did he ever mix the blood with Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, and Mountain Dew?
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