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Dear Abby,

Got a problem. I m a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It s
important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just can t
afford to with the prices the way they are. So I bring home some choice cuts from my
autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper:and ta-da!

The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. They ask me what s
my secret. Abby, I think they re getting suspicious. My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps
asking, "Where s all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that s kept in the fridge."

If they find out the truth I don t think they ll understand. Abby, what do I tell
my family?
DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the body s
blessed and everything should be just fine.
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