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e was wading through a
H«= of blood and entrails, a

rack of lamb slung across
his shoulders. The lamb’s ribs,
previously inside the lamb, were
squeaking against his rubber
_overalls.

The noise was mildly disconcert-
ing but nowhere as disturbing as
the sheep in the other room, obliv-
ious to their fate, bleating comfort-
ing sounds to each other. This was
a summer job alright, getting
money to pay for school for anoth-
er year, a truly dehumanizing task.
He supposed someone had to do
this.

It suddenly occurred to the
slinger of meaty carcasses that
what he really wanted to do was
write.

 

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‘Too bad; he thought to himself,
‘there wasn’t some way of earning

money for school doing just that.
‘Tt’s not like I’m a great writer.

Someday, he supposed, he could be.

Until then he needed to practice.

Too bad he didn’t know about the
Other Press. They desperately
needed writers (evidence the tiny
state of their latest issue), and they
had a small staff dedicated to
moulding new writers into self-
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an award winning, critically
acclaimed writer, like Terry Glavin.
Sigh.

Instead, our butcher will spend his
summer in a gamy concrete bunker
packaging pork chops and osso
bucco. He could have been outside,
chasing down stories, developing an
educated opinion, getting
published, learning how to put out
a magazine, and just generally
fleshing out his résumé.

  
   

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