the butcher

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    There is a butcher shop on the lower level of my apartment building. Not being a meat-eater, I've never been in. When I make my morning coffee at 7:30 I hear him arrive and open the heavy blinds. He's there till afternoon siesta and back again in the evening. That's the way it is here. I think it must make for a long work day.

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