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... g the razor with him so the blade wouldn’t nick the skin.
A familiar call echoed from the center of the monster processing plant’s courtyard. “Come and get paid! Day’s over, I’m not stickin’ around! Come get paid!”
The other workers headed to the courtyard. Hunkered in a corner of the hide shack, Ike pressed on, scraping his razor down the last few strokes. The last of the hair fell away, and he stood at last. A slow, satisfied breath fluttered the cloth he wore around his nose a ...
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