The Union Cat
Shay O'Malley's face had been elongated by scars — not dramatic ones, the kind that make people cross the street. More like a slow stretching, as if the left side of his face had decided, in the winter of 1927, to become a little bit further from the right side. He blamed the boiler explosion at the packing plant. He blamed it every day, usually while drinking something that would have made a...
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