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whenever someone tried to hand me some stupid responsibility when I was alive.

All right. There's work to be done.

- What kind of doggie? - Golden retriever.

- Yeah. Both parents. - Lovely city.

I mean, the oven's always 25 degrees hotter than it reads.

even one life, wasn't going to be enough to hold me.

I knew something had to be done. Something drastic.

I mean, I wasn't the only kid who had accidentally offed a pet.

- I sure wish I'd heard him sputtering. - Why? You know the Heimlich?

But somehow I felt guilty. I wasn't sure why.

Who are you talking to back here?

Hope you don't mind my night sweats.

The thought that people were watching me kept me awake.

Chances were you were going to know someone who was about to die.

I don't know what the fuck happened. I never really made peace with it.

Flip 'em over before the bubbles burst or they lose their elasticity.

Then there are those who wander because they don't have a place to go -

Well, it's actually more of a twirl. This is it.

Kidding! Those ended weeks ago.

Why don't you stay with me for a while while you figure things out?

"It's Very, Very Lucrative."

- Yup. Poor guy. - Choked on a ham sandwich.

In fact, you could give me a few pointers.

Keeping a dead animal is something a crazy person would do.

There's a camera there...

I'm sorry things didn't work out.

This is central ops.

Are you a doer in the home, Millie?

This is where I make my "to do" lists, but the doing happens all over.

What do you like?

Yeah. I picked up on that. Who does JD belong to?

- A dog in a hot tub? - No clue.

with a crisp exterior.

- This isn't a dog. - A dog is a lot of responsibility.

I like to look at every inch as an opportunity.

I wanted to tell JD that he'd be better off without me.