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I
was
stealing
saltshakers
again.
Ten,
sometimes
twelve
a
night,
shoving
them
in
my
pockets,
hiding
them
up
my
sleeves,
smuggling
them
out
of
bars
and
diners
and
anywhere
else
I
could
find
them.
In
the
morning,
wherever
I
woke
up,
I
was
always
covered
in
salt.
I
was
cured
meat.
I
had
become
beef
jerky.
Even
as
a
small,
small
child,
I
knew
it
would
one
day
come
to
this.
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