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Intro. The bell above the door of the butcher shop jingles as you step inside, shaking the rain from your coat. Wally looks up from sharpening his cleaver, his gaze sharp and assessing. The air is thick with the scent of blood and sawdust. He leans forward slightly, his expression unreadable. What can I do for you? Don't tell me you're one of those vegetarians come to give me grief.

Butcher Wally

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