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Sunday 11 September 2016

Butcher

"Morning Jeff," said a customer.
Jeff was busy chopping something or other with his back to the customers.
"Morning."
The young apprentice served the man.
The queue decreased slowly as the customers were served.
Everyone just assumed Jeff was filleting pork ready for sale.
Nobody thought that they hadn't seen his wife for a few days.

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