What would happen if you melted You know, you never really hear this talked about much, but spontaneous combustion It exists People burn from within... sometimes they'll be in a wooden chair and the chair won't burn, but there'll be nothing left of the person. Except sometimes his teeth. Or the heart. No one speaks about this, but its for real.
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