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[music] Oh, honey. Let's just say I've seen bigger thermometers than that thing. And I Oh, hi there. Sorry about that. Didn't see you. I'm Natie and welcome back to the Cold Blood and Cocktails podcast.
Come on in. Grab yourself an IV bag and let's get hydrated. Of course, leave all your crap at the dory. Nobody got time for that [ __ ] This is a host of love of positivity and poison. Oh, my darlings.
Thank you so much for being here today.
I love having you. How you been? How you be? Well, today's case is interesting because I done [ __ ] up. Hold on. I have to fix my ponytail before I admit my wrongdoing. There bobby pins somewhere. What the [ __ ] Making my ass get up to fix this. Cute. Okay, there we go. Okay, so years ago, back when I really started getting into this whole true crime thing, I did this case and it was some kind of Anna and I dressed up like a toad and I totally used this Anna's picture for that video, not knowing. So that's it. I didn't kill anybody or anything. But if this lady's picture looks familiar, that's why.
Oops. Whatever. Also, before we get into it, do you see today's glow and this beautiful lip and even this bluge? All of this is products of my own. What?
Yes, I am having a 50% off Reposmetic sale. That's my own brand. Everything is handmade with love. The prices are really good. I'm trying to get rid of everything before I move. That way when I'm there, I can just start over with different products. So yeah, grab stuff while it lasts because once it's gone, it's gone. Thank you for all of the love and support. It's just crazy. But I mean, who doesn't want to glow like this? Do you see that? [laughter] Okay, so before we get into today's case, let's talk about today's cocktail, shall we?
Okay, this one's going to be interesting. God, I need to start washing my glasses. This has lipstick from like a month ago on it. Anyways, today we have the blonde boura. It's 2 oz of Jaggermeister, an ounce of butterscotch schnaps, a half oouncez of fresh lemon juice, and a splash of apple cider. You shake everything with ice and then garnish with cinnamon sticks. I didn't do that. And this is very watered down. It smells very interesting. Not sure about this one. We'll see. It's very flavorful. It tastes like you're blowing one of Santa's elves. Very holidayy, but still good. Okay, let just one more step.
Okay, cheers to you, babies. Let's get into it. So, we're taking our titties back to the summer of 1937 in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Outside, it's just a lovely sunny day. Men are at the beach in their little speedos. Women are covered almost from head to toe because heaven forbid they show some ankle. Kids are playing out by the pond. Squirrels are stuffing nuts in their mouth. So, are a few lucky gays behind the back of the White Castle parking lot. But one guy was not so lucky. He was a 67-year-old German immigrant named George who was lying in a hospital bed at Memorial Hospital, sweating his ass off. The sheets are yellowed and sping wet, and he was dry heaving cuz there was nothing left to come up. Oh, that takes me back to those hangover days.
What the [ __ ] is happening here? It's offcentered and I can't fix it. What the [ __ ] Okay, whatever. It is what it is.
I'm sorry. This dude was dying a slow, excruciating death. And all the doctors could do was stand there scratching their sacks, saying, "hm, I wonder what's wrong with this guy. Did he eat some of that new fan dangled thing in a can called spam? And is he having a reaction to it?" Well, he'd arrived in town just a few days earlier with a lovely young gal and her 12-year-old son for a nice little vacay. They checked into their adorable floral wallpapered room at the Park Hotel on July 30th, and by August 1st, poor old Georgie boy was dead than disco. This lovely young lady, well, she had already checked out. She took George's diamond ring with her, caught a train back to Cincinnati, and went about her business as though she hadn't just watched this gentleman die an agonizing death 700 m from home. And those doctors back in Colorado, they weren't stupid. Some of them may be pompous with the bedside manners of an inbred turkey, but none of them were dumb. They knew something about this smelled fishy and things were pretty slow and boring in the office. So, everyone was rather excitedly waiting for this autopsy to come back. They were sure as [ __ ] that this was a little bit suspicious. So, they were taking bets on what they thought it could be.
In fact, I heard they even started a betting pool and Mary Joe was the one who won the $1,000 cash because she was right. It was poisoning. George's body was swimming in arsenic just doing the front stroke in it. Of course, the happiness in the office was very bittersweet. After all, they lost a patient. This poor guy died. But on the other hand, Mary Joe could finally install that clawfoot bathtub she'd been wanting for years. But people don't just die of arsenic poisoning. Like, you don't eat too much of something and die of arsenic. Like how you turn orange from eating too many carrots or turn into a dick after licking too many of them. This [ __ ] was suspicious. I think I do like this drink.Um. And who the [ __ ] was this German lady and the 12-year-old kid that had mysteriously acquired this diamond ring? Well, her name was Anna Marie Han. And you didn't hear it from me, but she'd been doing this [ __ ] for years. So, let's take it to Bavaria because every good poisoner has an origin story. And Anna starts in a picture perfect postcard town called Fusen. I think that's how you say it.
Fusen. I don't know. But it was nestled in the Bavarian Alps. And it really is [ __ ] gorgeous. The mountains are green. The beer is as golden as a dehydrated hiker's bladder juice. And the leader hosen, they're mandatory. She was born in 1906 and was the youngest of 12 kids in the family. And you'd think they'd be broke as a joke with 12 little ankle biters running around, but they were actually pretty well off. Her daddy was a furniture maker and they were doing all right. However, five of her siblings had died by the time Anna was born, which for this time just makes sense. Growing up, she was said to be insanely plain, comparable to watered down skim milk. I guess she was very unremarkable as a student, didn't really have friends, and then by the time she was 19, her ego got prego by a dude she claimed was a famous doctor. I guess he was some cancer researcher from Vienna.
However, nobody could find a single record of this doctor even existing, which is impressive that she got away with a lie for so long, but also really freaking sad. And because this was the early 1900s, if you were pregnant out of wedlock, you were basically a heathenist [ __ ] hound and you literally couldn't win because you were [ __ ] and feathered verbally for being a single mom. So like, [ __ ] it all. I guess we can take a screw society shot. So she had her baby and her family, who was embarrassed as [ __ ] of her, shipped her off to America in 1929. While her son Oscar stayed behind with the relatives, she landed where everyone at the time started, New York City. High hopes, high tits, tight curls, tight waist. and she soon realized she was rather talentless, especially compared to all the stars walking around. So, she did a little research. She was like, "Where would I be spicy and not a piece of stale Wonderbread?" And her finger landed right there on the map in Cincinnati, Ohio. She's like, "You know what? I actually happen to have an aunt and uncle who live there, Max and Anna. That family must have really liked the name Anna." But she ups and moves in with them. So, there she landed like Dorothy and Oz in a neighborhood called Over the Rine. And I guess this little hood in the 30s was the beat and heart of Cincinnati's German-American community.
The streets smelled like sauerkraut and fresh bread and beer halls were packed and everybody spoke German at home and English at work. And people's world revolved around churches, clubs, dancing and drinking. But it was kind of like a German home away from home. You know, she kind of loved this new little life that she had. But how the [ __ ] would she make money? I mean, her work like [ __ ] please. Well, on one lovely evening, Anna was out at the dance hall eating strudel, and this gentleman happened to catch her eye. He was sitting across the hall from her eyes glistening, his lashes batting like Jessica Rabbit. And Anna, with her legs crossed, hiked her skirt up just a little bit more to reveal a slight bit of kneecap. What a hussy. Well, that wet as Willie, and he asked her to dance, and it was all fireworks after that. Off to his room, they went for some gin and tonics and a 4-hour sweaty rendevous. Soon after they got married and Anna ended up bringing little Oscar over from Germany to join them, which is sweet, right? A little family, a fresh start. The whole American dream served on a plate with pretzels and a side of arsenic. Except the whole American dream was broke as [ __ ] because this was the Great Depression and nobody was buying anything, let alone what the Hans family were selling. They tried their hardest though. They attempted to open two delicates stores. Both fell faster than a soule on a teeter totter. Philip, the new husband, was a telegrapher, and his salary wasn't enough to even cover rent, let alone the lifestyle Anna was developing a taste for. After all, her young, supple thighs deserved diamondstudded garders, damn it. And she couldn't have that? Well, [ __ ] you. She was stressed, frustrated, embarrassed, and one night she was walking by a casino and the bright lights and smell of cigarettes was just too enticing. She stops and says, "Holy [ __ ] Batman. This is the answer. How hard can gambling be?" So, she popped in and instantly won 10 bucks. Like, hot damn, she thinks I could really make a career of this. So, she sets her sights bigger and discovered horse races. And mama, she didn't just dabble. She dove head first like a kid into a ball pit at McDonald's. She was betting money they didn't have on horses that never [ __ ] won. Like, she was actually absolute ass at this. And you know how a gambler do.
The next one will always be the biggest win. And when that's not the biggest win, then the next and the next and then the next and suddenly you're 10 grand in the hole and there's no way your broke booty is climbing out of that. And yeah, okay, it would be fine if maybe this was just a little weekend hobby where she'd blow a dollar or two. But no, this was a compulsion that swallowed every single spare scent and then it started swallowing cents that weren't extra.
She'd bet grocery money and walk around the house saying, "Bitch, where's the food? I want some pork rind." And Philip was like, "You skunky skank. You spent it all on those four-legged shits slingers at the track. Get a job. And again, her actually work like police.
So, she had to get creative. First, she tried to take a shortcut through her own marriage. I guess her ass got all the papers ready for a $25,000 life insurance policy on Phillip. And Philip, who was either smarter than he looked or just hella suspicious by nature, was like, "Fuck no, we're not doing that."
And she asked him again, and he was like, "No, no." And you know, the strangest thing happened very shortly after he said no. Philillip just got violently ill with the same exact symptoms that would show up in all of Anna's victims. Vomiting, stomach cramps, agonizing pain. But much to Anna's dismay, he survived, only barely, though. And even though he was able to say no to the life insurance policy, he didn't quite connect the dots to his sickness and the timing of the life insurance policy. And he ended up staying married to her. I mean, she must have been great in the sack and been doing like cter crunches or something because I don't know why the hell he'd stay with her. And Anna was like, "Okay, I guess I'll look elsewhere for somebody else to kill." And she starts searching her neighborhood, all those German men with their modest savings and their creaky joints and their desperate need for a kind woman to cook them a meal and just keep them company. So, she got herself a mail order nurse for decided, I'm a nurse ratchet this [ __ ] I am a visiting caregiver, damn it. A companion for the elderly. You need a bath, honey?
I'm here to scrub your sack with some ivory. But like back then, you actually could do that. She had no training, no certification, no medical knowledge beyond putting a band-aid on a cut after pouring vodka over it. But if you look the part, you could be whatever the [ __ ] you wanted to be. Susp. If a pleasant woman showed up at your doorstep with a pot of bone broth and a warm smile and said she wanted to give you a sponge bath, honey, you let her the [ __ ] in.
You drink and eat whatever she puts in front of you because why wouldn't you?
Everyone in the community was kind.
Hell, she's family now. She called you uncle. She called you Opa. She tucked that napkin into your collar and spooned the soup into your mouth for you to gum.
And never, not once did you wonder why it tasted a little bit metallic. Well, her first known victim was Ernst, a 73-year-old man who died on May 6th of 1933, which is absolutely insane because 73 is not at all old. Like, I go jogging with 73 year olds. But people also stubbed their toe and died back then.
So, yeah. Anyways, Anna had befriended him shortly before his death and would flutter around his house cooking his meals, tidying up, sometimes showing a little bit of thigh, fluffing his pillows, seemingly innocent, like a little dusting fairy who was sent from the heavens. Well, then died. And wouldn't you know it, his will just happened to leave Anna his house, which is insane because they hadn't known each other for too terribly long. But I don't know, she must have told him about her cooter crunches or something. But really, what's she going to do with this house? So, she sold it almost immediately. His body wasn't even cold, and the [ __ ] was out pounding a for sale sign into the front lawn. Mhm. Then came Albert. He was only 72, a very lonely widowerower who outlived almost everybody in his life, especially anyone who would have noticed that something was wrong with him. And this lady wormed her way into his life the exact same way she had with Ernst. She'd bring him gravy covered meals and listen as he talked late into the evening about his days of youth. God, old people love to do that. One day she came over and she was like, "Look, I'm having a lot of house issues. I'm a single mom, which was a lie. And after my husband died, another lie, my home is just decrepit, so can I borrow $1,000?" He was like, "Yeah, sure, honey. Of course." So, she signed an IOU, which just happened to disappear after his death faster than a baby daddy being asked to pay child support. And Albert died a very painful death with stomach cramps, vomiting, agonizing pain that lasted days. And not a single soul connected it to this nice German lady who'd been making his lunch every day. Next up came Georgie Porgie, who actually got pretty lucky. I ain't talking like headboard banging on the wall kind of lucky. I'm talking only violently ill and partially paralyzed.
She did cook for him regularly and just like clockwork, he'd start projectile vomiting on some exorcist level. and he'd always say, "Damn it, it must be the broughtworth. The butcher's probably using cat meat again." But he ended up surviving because it seemed like George had the intestines of an ox and her little potions weren't going to finish the job. So, she ended up moving on. But fun fact, when George later testified, he literally pointed his finger straight at Anna. And the poor man still had a target bag around his waist because he was [ __ ] hot magma for the last several months. Moving on down the line, next came Jacob. Now, he was a little bit older. He was 78 and a retired German gardener who lived alone and spoke better German than English. And he had worked very hard his entire life to save up a modest nest egg of about $17,000.
Which today you could spend that on weekend drinks at a poolside in Cabo.
But 17,000 in the 30s, [ __ ] you were living high on the hog, baby. But Jacob was just lonely and trusting and honestly just happy to have anyone that could come make his dinner and could speak his language. He didn't care that she was a lady or showed her ankles. No, she brought him his orange juice. She fussed over him like he was her own grandfather. And she laced everything with arsenic right up until he died in screaming agony. His will, which surprise surprise, was a forgery in Anna's handwriting. And it just so happened to leave his entire $17,000 estate to his beloved niece, Anna Marie Han. Beloved niece. The check was even signed and dated. And of course, it was Anna's handwriting because Jacob couldn't write in English. Yet somehow, his last will in testament was written in perfect English. It even had a touch of calligraphy. Ain't that some [ __ ] And Anna's over here in the sink trying to get the ink off her fingers saying, "What the [ __ ] do you mean it's not my writing?" Well, next up was another Georgie boy who is much younger. He was 67 and died about a month after Jacob.
And of course, she'd been cooking him the most delicious arsenic laced meals, and his autopsy showed that there were indeed traces of poison. But George was a little bit different because normally she would target rich old men. But this guy, he was actually very poor. Which means Anna was either panicking about money or she was now addicted to killing like she'd been addicted to gambling, which I understand people get addicted to stuff. Remember that whole slime craze that was a thing and people were addicted to squishing it in their hands?
Well, this was her slime. She was a busy [ __ ] though. Next, she moved her ass onto yet another [ __ ] George. Like, [ __ ] she must have wiped out 9/10en of the George population of the world. But this is where she got cocky and sloppy.
And most importantly, her ass got caught. Mhm. This time, she made the mistake of killing someone outside the Cincinnati German neighborhood. Before, it seemed like nobody really gave a [ __ ] Everyone was old for the time.
They were in their own little community doing their own little community things.
People just got old and died. Nobody suspected a damn thing. Well, dear, sweet, innocent, homely Anna. She convinced this George that he was the luckiest fella in all of Ohio to have such a devoted caretaker. After all, he was retired. He deserved to start living it up in his last years before climbing to those pearly gates. And Anna's like, "You know what, Gramps? I think you mean and my son Oscar should take a little vacation on your dime, of course.
Doesn't that sound good? A nice little train trip to Colorado Springs for some fresh air and a little holiday. We can go see the sites. We can buy some mountain top fudge or whatever the [ __ ] you buy there. And if you're real good, I'll mix some drinkies to sip in the caboose. Doesn't that sound nice?" Well, George is like, "I don't know. These old bones are kind of creaky." Well, Anna wasn't going out without a fight because she already bought this bastard's ticket at the train station. So Anna's like, "Oh, come on. You'd have so much fun.
When's the next time you're ever going to see a site like this until you're floating above us all, you know?" So he finally said, "Fine." Well, Anna swore from her teeth to her tits that she'd met George by chance at the station, and he'd invited her and Oscar to join them on this trip he just so happened to be going on. Her by his ticket days earlier, complete buffoon balls. But later, Oscar would tell police that his mom was full of [ __ ] up to her eardrums because she planned every minute of this. Mhm. Cheers to that. And on the train, Anna wasn't about to waste any freaking time. So, she pulls out her flask and starts serving George up some delicious drinks. First, they started with their Coca-Cas rimmed with extra cocaine, of course, then some root beer, then some cocktails, and before anyone knew it, George was spraying the freshly windexed caboose windows with last night's dinner. He was like, "Oh my gosh, it must be motion sickness. See you silly [ __ ] This is why I didn't want to travel. And Anna's like, "Oh honey, we'll get to the hotel. You'll be fine. Just take a couple aspirin, have a lie down, and we'll bring you back some dinner." And George is like, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. This is going to be a fun vacation. After all, we have that reservation to have ve parmesan later, don't we?" So, they checked into the park hotel on July 30th, and man, George seemed to be getting even worse. What a party pooper. Well, literally, because now it was coming out both ends. He had nose bleeds. He was losing his sight and he sure as [ __ ] wasn't going to make it to that ve parmesan dinner. But of course, Anna and her son would still enjoy it with some of George's cash and maybe a bottle or two of sangria for Anna. Then they went back to the hotel to check up on George and just the smell of the restaurant that was stuck to their clothing was enough to make the poor man hurl up an organ. And by August 1st, he was at the Morgan Memorial Hospital. The doctors are standing around him trying to figure out what the [ __ ] killed him. I mean, he really wasn't that old and he certainly shouldn't have naturally gotten violently ill like that. They knew something wasn't quite right. So, they started doing a little bit of digging and they were like, "Well, did he come here alone? Like, why was he so far away from home?" And then someone said, "Oh, well, a pleasant but very homely looking German lady did bring him in. Maybe we should talk to her." So, they say, "Okay, well, bring the lady in." And they search and search and search and the [ __ ] has done packed her bags and flown away like Mary Poppins. She had already vanished back onto the train to Cincinnati. Well, then the medical examiners look down at this man's hand and there happens to be a tan line around one of his fingers where there should be a pretty thick diamond ring.
And the doctors say, "Well, h ain't that something." And there's Anna sitting pretty in her train car with George's diamond ring on her finger, acting like nothing happened, moisturized, unfazed, unbothered. The Colorado Springs Popos call up the Cincinnati Popos and they're like, "Hey, there's this lady who's dressed like a t-oon nurse who's coming into the station. You'll probably notice her because she's going to be wearing a fat ass diamond ring just like a honker of a jewel on her hand. You'll need to intercept this woman because she might possibly probably somewhat be a little bit super seriously dangerous. And honestly, had it not been for the ring, the cops probably wouldn't have even considered her. After all, she was just his caretaker. Why would she stay around in Colorado Springs after he died?
There'd be literally no point. But because she took his [ __ ] Hall of Fame ring, they were like, "Okay, she's definitely got other motives." Honestly, though, I probably would have taken it, too, because what else was going to happen to it? You just know one of those doctors would have snatched it and ponded off on whatever the 1937 version of eBay was. But regardless, they found it hella suspish. So the Cincinnati cops start doing a little diggy dig into Animal Rehan and they found one dead man, then another, then another, and this whole trail of dead old [ __ ] that stretched back for years. And every single one of them had the same thing in common other than being dead. They'd all been cared for, cooked for, and died while this very sweet seeming lady from Over the Rine was at their bedside.
Well, ain't that suspicious.
>> So one month after her last victim died, Anna was arrested in Cincinnati. She was being held outside her house and the cops go in to do a little search and just as they were about to leave they were like, "You know what? We should search the attic." So they go up there breathing in all that delicious asbestos and mercury paint. And right there up in the rafters next to all the pigeon nests and rat [ __ ] was a bottle with more than 70 g of arsenic still in it. 70 freaking grams, which for context, a lethal dose of arsenic is between 100 and 300 mg.
So, she had enough poisons stashed in her ceiling to kill hundreds of people.
And her purse was just saturated in arsenic. The lining was soaked in it like her Chanel number five bottle burst. They found stolen prescription blanks from some dude named Dr. Voss forged with his signature. And she'd used those to order poison from local drugists. I don't know how she got the pad. I'm assuming she probably snatched it from the doctor when he was making a house call to one of her many patients.
And who the [ __ ] had been picking up those little prescription from the pharmacy? Why, none other than 12-year-old Oscar, her son. What the [ __ ] right? She sent her child to fetch the murder weapons like she was sending him to the neighbors for a cup of Crisco. Mother of the year. Well, then Philip, her own estranged husband, came forward and told the cops, "Yeah, that [ __ ] tried to take me out twice over a $25,000 life insurance policy that we never even took out." Same symptoms as all the old men, and Philip only survived because he was younger and stronger, or because Anna's attention span for poisoning was shorter than Philip's love noodle. But either way, this dude wasn't even safe in his own home. Well, the papers loved this. They were printing that she'd had enough poison to kill half the town, which of course isn't true, but she could definitely do some damage. The Hamilton grand jury ended up indicting Anna for the murders of Jacob and one of the Georgees. And a few months later, the trial started and really the town had nothing to do other than suck the everliving [ __ ] out of this case like it was crawfish tales. But what was interesting was that this jury was 11 women and one man. So, the press dubbed this the petticoat jury, but even everyone sitting there knew that this was at the time the biggest mass murder in the country. These ladies on the jury had no sympathy for this broad. The prosecution star experts, city chemist Dr. Otto, testified that Jacob's body had enough arsenic to kill not one, not two, not three men, but four. And even a toddler could have confirmed it, but they still brought in a handwriting expert to say that yes, this is a forged will. And I mean, even at that point, the judge knew this [ __ ] was guilty, but this was just entertainment now. So, he allowed the prosecution to bring up evidence about all the other suspicious deaths. The defense was like, "Fuck that [ __ ] I object." And the judge was like, "Shut up, you dumbass." They appealed and lost and appealed and lost more. And Anna baldled in court, saying, "Oh, it's all lies." Oh, she wept. She performed.
She tried to summon every ounce of sympathetic German immigrant mother energy she could muster. She'd bring the jury strudel. She'd bring in broughtwurst and fresh sauerkraut.
Delicious though I'm sure it was, nobody had an appetite when they started passing around a jar containing one of her victim's brains and then bottles with other victim's internal organs just handing them around like they were dishes at Thanksgiving dinner. It took the jury 2 hours to find her guilty of first-degree murder and sentence her to death. So the next month the judge sentences Anna to die in electric chair.
They filed appeals which did delay the execution but every single one of them failed. And so by February when they had taken this to the Ohio Supreme Court, they were like, "Look, you run out of chances. Ain't nothing more we can do, honey." Then the United States court said, "Sorry, tough [ __ ] girl." And her lawyers were on top of their [ __ ] They even tried to reach a federal judge for a lastminute habius petition, but the governor refused and was like, "Fuck no, girl. Like, you did this shit." So on December 7th in 1938, Anna became the first woman executed in Ohio's electric chair. She was only 32 years old, which not to be judgy, but really only 32.
Maybe they didn't have SPF back then. I don't know. Oscar visited her one last time before the execution. Anna understandably broke down completely, wailing and clutching her son. After all, she thought she'd sure as [ __ ] get away with this. She just knew it in her heart. She could feel it in her waters that she would walk out a free woman or at least die of natural causes. And I heard when they came for her that night, Anna kind of had to be carried to the chair. She was just limp and checked out. But also, legally, she wasn't a United States citizen, so she didn't fully belong, which is interesting to me. I have no idea how the law system works, but you'd think maybe she'd get sent to where you're from and dealt with there. I don't know. But even afterwards, her legacy still lives on.
The press called her arsenic Annie, the blonde bourge, and they finally described her with phrases like a plump and pretty Bavarian blonde and a curiously tutonic fixity of purpose.
Every headline reminded you that she was German as if her nationality explained the arsenic better than her gambling debts did. But what an interesting story, right? All those poor men had to die and I don't know what ever happened to the son, but hopefully he lived a good life. I mean, surely he's dead now, but I hope to high hell he stayed away from the slot machines and horse tracks.
Mhm. Just freaking sad. Had you heard of this case? Very interesting. But let me know down in the comments below if there's any cases you'd like me to cover. anytime you mention one, I always screenshot it and add it to the list.
But otherwise, thank you so much for being here. I love spending this time with you. Every time I come on here, I just can't believe that this is my job.
What a lucky little [ __ ] And if you're just too excited for these episodes and want them a day early, check me out on Spotify. I'll link you down below. And if you really, really love these episodes and want them even earlier without ads, check me out on Patreon.
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Otherwise, have a beautiful, wonderful, fabulous rest of your day. Oh, and if you see somebody who needs a hug, for [ __ ] sake, give them one. Bye.
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