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The walls and ceiling were a rather plain white color, with greyish floor tiles below, the place reeking for form and function rather than interior decorating. As the couriers made a couple turns, they passed bodies on stretchers lying in the hallway, a couple covered in hospital shrouds and a couple others lying under clear plastic wrapping. One of the bodies lying under a clear covering was that of a 32-year-old African American man, quite naked with the tip of his flaccid penis pressing against the plastic, a hole with blackish-red blood drying around it above his left eye a giveaway as to the cause of his death. About twenty-five feet away, they passed the body of a 43-year-old woman whose neck looked severed and distorted, her face slightly bloated, dried blood coming out of her ears and nose. The toe tag that hung from the right big toe of her stiff, contorted feet stated that she had expired in a car accident some hours before. 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