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| Waterland 2 |
“We’ll never
make it, boss...”
“We must.”
So, they left to fulfill the task at hand.
“We must.”
So, they left to fulfill the task at hand.
Hours later, back in the freezing workshop, they
emptied the bags on the tables.
“I got 9.”
“9? Where’s the tenth?”
“Damaged. The guy tried to punch me...”
“Didn’t I tell you not to grab live ones?”
“Yes, boss, but this is an emergency…”
“I got 9.”
“9? Where’s the tenth?”
“Damaged. The guy tried to punch me...”
“Didn’t I tell you not to grab live ones?”
“Yes, boss, but this is an emergency…”
It was. They still needed 21 to reach the quota. How
did they ever manage to convince the chef
of the local delicatessen restaurant that
fried fingers would become fashionable? And to think of all the chopping work
still ahead…
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