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Our Back Room
by Lacy Stahl

There was something about the back room of our busy fast food joint that got my dominant juices going -- almost like there was electronic music playing, and St. Andrew's crosses around. But, no, it was that dull fluorescent light. It was a trampy, stale lettuce smelling underbelly of a place. Outside was the fast, smiley, uniformed face of the product; back there were the cast-off containers, smelly sneakers, ledger books, and this silence that was more like the sound of vacuum. The sucking in of sound. When my workers were back in there, changing into or out of smelly sneakers, asking about their

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