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Her feet were dainty and pale, her toe nails painted a glistening jade green, the second toe of each foot wearing a little silver toe ring. While her right foot was bare, the techs had kept the strappy sandal on her left, though it would be removed before long. Based on the toe-tag, she was a couple 19-year-old auto accident victim, and unlike the others in the room, the main part of the body bag was partially unzipped. From what was visible, she was a mousy girl with jet-black hair and thick-rimmed glasses that were heavily cracked. Blood had slowly indian dripped from her nose and ears, though by now it was mostly dried looking. Next to the teen’s corpse lay that of an African American woman of 38. Her big, silky feet with long, ebon toes - the nails of which were painted bright red, but which had begun to chip - were bare and stiff, toes pointing straight at the ceiling. Rigor had obviously set in with her before she was found, her cause of death was unknown and an autopsy would be necessary on village her. The body bag next to the black woman contained the remains of an elderly male who had passed away under hospice care. His left foot had a sock on it and his right big toe had the expected toe tag. However, unlike the others, since he had died under medical care, a yellow anklet was tied to him, providing collage basic information from his primary care physician at the home he came from. On the gurney adjacent to him was the body-bagged corpse of a 56-year-old Chinese man, still wearing nice black dress shoes on his left foot, whose suspected cause of death was a heart attack. The gurney next to Saema, though, was different from the others. The body bag laying atop it was a midnight blue and of a much higher quality. It was canvas with plastic internal lining, and along the sides the words “Livingston Funeral Services” could be read. 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