Each year he had to return to the field and begin this work, we only had a spade or her hands, an uncle was paying a few dollars a day, but at fifteen, we did it just to be able to tell others they had worked, those few days they were had gone to earn a living, it had held in late spring when the ground thawed had become hard enough for the truck to pass without getting stuck or digging furrows gigantic truck is filled him with rocks all day we broke back and then start to look for rocks in the box, it suffered the evening without telling anyone.
Vincent thought each was a field that was the worst place to bury a body, to see how the rock reached the surface, he imagined himself in the process of filling the trailer of skulls, tibiae and pelvis dog, beef, human. He had a good idea of what he would do if he had to dispose of a body. He knew the places, several kilometers into the forest, at the end of tracks of deer, which led to ponds, bogs, lakes dying to cover a death that he would cut my fingers and toes, crushed teeth with one stone.
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