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"Do you know if he suffered in there...?"
"The carbon dioxide from the smoke caused him to fall into a deeper sleep then he already was, before the fire reached him, he didn't suffer a bit," The officer spoke. "This was the last thing left in the apartment that wasn't totally destroyed." He said, handing me a case full of CDs.
"Thank you."
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The idea is from @Wickedlou so, thanks.
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