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The Meat Slicer by Michelle Blair Wilker -
It was just a simple errand. A bizarre task that could have been accomplished in an afternoon while the sun loomed high, dangling like a burnt tangerine. But it was late, 10:15 by my watch and I hadn’t a clue where we were. The moon cast its spotlight across the Fiat’s rusted hood, which crackedContinue reading