The Sunday Whirl

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“The butcher did it!” He explained, “I know, the last guy you’d ever expect, right? But take a spin into his world, and think about what he does with those sharp knives every day and if circumstances came to him, causing feverishly scattered thoughts of aching revenge, well….”
I felt like an hourglass with the last few grains of sand fastly disappearing down my center. I had known the butcher all my life! My incredulous eyes fluttered as I realized the detective was right. The butcher always seemed an enigma, only shadows seen in a shallow pitch of emotions when greeted, but murder? I gasped!

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