The butcher took a long blade and thwap, sunk it deep into the sheep's ribcage. Thwap. The next cut cracked bone. Soon the man was wrapping a large piece of flesh in newsprint. My Senegalese host mother -- maman as I called her -- handed him a bill and he passed me the heavy, warm package, which was already beginning to bleed through onto my hands. Dinner.
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