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I scream, you scream,
... we all scream until our eyeballs bleed and our meticulously Aqua Net-molded helmets of hair spontaneously burst into flame. And then we scream some more. We scream until all other sound and sight gives away, we scream until there is only darkness. Darkness and pain. And, still, we scream.
Back to you, Cindy.
Lord loves a workin' man; don't trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it.

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That's bizarre and disturbing. Not the screaming, but what it says about the story sourcing on local news.
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