The other day, I was walking down the street and I noted a large crowd in front of a condemned building. Curiosity being of my many flaws, I crossed the traffic-free intersection and made my way through the crowd. To the right of me was a woman of middle age, holding a napkin to her nose and looking more than slightly green. I asked her what the trouble was, and she moaned, clearly in a terrible state.
"Oh, it's simply horrid! A poor man, just gutted in the elevator; disembowled, disgraced, his innards everywhere for the passerby to see!"
"My," I said, cocking my head to the side. "You're certainly right. What a terrible invasion of privacy."
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