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blanket like nobody's business.

His lover Billy was there, too.

Boy, what a side ofbeef!

Not to mention

level-headed, smart,

and as trustworthy

as a Catholic priest.

Then there was Randall,

the wise old sage of the group.

He brought Gary that weekend.

They seemed to have a healthy

relationship built around

mutual trust and respect.

And Joseph was there.

Sweet, shy,

and with an inner strength

that most peoplejust don't see.

This was going to be

my best birthday ever.

But Fate had other plans.

It all started

with a radio bulletin...

We interrupt this program

with a special bulletin.

The mysterious West End Virus

has claimed another victim.

Investigators have confirmed

that the death

of 37-year-old

Sebastian Camembert was most

probably due to this horrifying

phantom affliction,

which has claimed five other

victims in the past week.

The Centerfor Epidemic Control

has issued its strongest warning

yet regarding this virus.

Citizens are urged to report

to medical authorities at the

onset of any flu-like symptoms

for extensive screening

and observation.

Town scientists are searching

for the origin ofthis blight,

exploring local swamps

and mosquito nests

surrounding the highly

controversial Chemical Plant.

Chemical plant spokesmen

deny any connection

to the mysterious deaths,

despite public suspicion

and accusations

from the latest victim's family.

The victim, a confirmed

bachelor, was a graduate

of Lucky Pierre's

School of Cosmetology,

and enjoyed volunteering

at the community theatre,

figure skating,

and twilight picnics

at local scenic rest stops.

I love twilight picnics.

Mr. Camembert is survived

by a devoted mother,

two sisters,

and his beloved shitzu, Blanche.

And now, a word

from our sponsor.

"Exit 5 Rest Stop"

Anybody home?

Hey, lover.

Hello, hot stuff.

I've missed you!

Lovely to see you,

Joseph.

William Luckinbill,

don't be such a boor!

Take your cousin's bag.

That's OK.

I can get it.

Well all right, then.

Let's get you inside and get you

out ofthose hot clothes!

Honey, you can set yourthings

in the first bedroom there.

Howwas yourtrip, darling?

I hope it wasn't too unbearable.

Only the last half-mile.

I hate having to trudge

all the way up here

from that old

abandoned logging road.

Well you'll have to

get used to it, he-man.

They're not gonna

replace that bridge

for at least

another month!

Joseph, honey, would you

like something to drink?

Some lemonade, maybe?

No thanks, Stan.

I'm fine.

I'll be out in a minute.

Honestly, we'll be lucky

ifthat child comes out at all.

Oh, he'sjust shy is all.

Not after a weekend

with this crowd.

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