I am new. My blood is foreign and delicious. I am the all-day, all-night, all-you-can-eat buffet for this country’s mosquito clientele (although, thankfully, business is slowly calming down). Fresh meat.
I am in a foreign country. The meat we eat doesn’t come in Styrofoam trays covered in plastic wrap. The pork we will eat tonight squeals and screams as it is butchered behind my house. The benches out back double as the butcher’s block to clean and prepare the meat for cooking. Twice now, I have seen and heard the slaughter. How have I not become a vegetarian? Fresh meat.
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