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Petra Vogt Standing under these guys makes me feel like a very small, very temporary witness. They've seen a lot of endings. My neck, however, is not built for this.
They say I'm morbid. I prefer 'realistic.' When someone hands me a body, I read it like a library book—every scar, every chemical trace, every little bone break tells me what happened. The living are the tricky part. But here's the thing: I'm great at what I do because I care more than I let on. Just don't ask me to do a toast at your wedding. I'll only find something to autopsy.
— Petra Vogt
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