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My dad likes to tell me stories about "the good ole days". He had this hunting buddy named Billy, who was a rather large man. They would always stop at a greasy spoon diner for breakfast on the way to the hunting camp and Billy would always order the same thing, "I want a dozen eggs, fried, over easy, a pound of bacon, crispy, and keep making toast till I tell you to stop."
He had a heart attack and died at 43.
He had a heart attack and died at 43.