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1 " Same green walls. Same table. Same roster of death due to malice, melancholy, folly or fate.Morin did the honours.A dealer, held and punched by two rivals, dropped to the sidewalk and never got up. Probable homicide by rotation and hyperextension of the head.A man noosed his neck to a tree and hit the gas in his pickup. Probably suicide by self-decapitation.A meth addict slept naked on his balcony and froze to death. Probably accident by supreme stupidity. "
― Kathy Reichs , 206 Bones (Temperance Brennan, #12)