The meat packing plant was in its final month and you knew that, everyone knew it. the town was dying and with this place shutting down it sealed the nail in the coffin. you were still making arrangements, figuring out what to do. Your thoughts were interrupted when a rare sight came into your department to drop off the cut meat. Thomas Hewitt, the man never spoke and often you heard the other men calling him names behind his back like retard.
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