by Bob Matthews âIâll take one pound of ham and two - no make that three-pounds of thinly shaved smoked turkey,â said a heavy young woman who was little higher than the cart of groceries she had pushed over to the delicatessen. Sam nodded as he picked up the last pair of latex gloves. It was a long, hot day. And he was just glad that Mrs. Parnick was his last customer. Normally he didnât mind filling in after butchering for the day, but today seemed so long and boring. While driving home, Sam
Monday, 24 November 2008
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