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  <title>Comments on 'Mort Memorandum'</title>
  <subtitle>Watching Helen, my assistant, wheel it in, I try to work out exactly when I stopped caring. Over the years as a pathologist I've detached myself more and more from the bodies. To the point where I just see myself as the end of a production line. Somewhere I understand these used to be &amp;quot;hes&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;shes&amp;quot; but to me they're just &amp;quot;its&amp;quot;.

Helen's going through the procedures and droning on about gender &amp;quot;_Female_&amp;quot;, age &amp;quot;_around 28_&amp;quot; and some other unimportant details. I put on my listening face &amp;quot;_name, unknown_&amp;quot; and think about asking her out on a date &amp;quot;_cause of death, unknown_&amp;quot;. If I get this one out the way quickly I might be back home before 6:30 &amp;quot;_oh, look, she's got a tattoo a bit like yours_.&amp;quot;

Suddenly I'm back in the room, and I'm actually looking at her and instantly I know Helen's wrong. The tattoo isn't a bit like mine, it's exactly like mine. I brush brown hair away from the face and whisper &amp;quot;Sophie&amp;quot;. This can't be coincidence, someone found me, one of us is still playing the game.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-26T16:29:32Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Mort Memorandum</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Woah, I love it. Please don&amp;#8217;t leave us hanging!&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-26T16:29:32Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>uselessness</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Mort Memorandum</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Fantastic! I really am intrigued. I want more!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-26T00:03:47Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Mort Memorandum</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;started out, cynical patholigist, evern bored of his routine.. then wham.. mystery and intrigue.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-25T22:21:06Z</published>
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      <name>SKermitgorf</name>
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