I couldn’t think of him as a corpse, even though he was obviously dead. He lay slumped among the red and green chili he’d been sorting on a large flatbed trailer. He was a man I knew, spoke to. He was a man I’d called the ambulance to come and save. But he was unsaveable, beyond help. A man – not a corpse.
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