Butchers

Butcher slammed his cleaver into the board.

“I understand,” he rasped. “I was never meant to see inside.”

Deliveryman nodded. “Well, Iā€™m sorry you did.”

Butcher handed Deliveryman the scissors.

Deliveryman grinned. Tongue on sale tomorrow.

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