One of the Senator’s young staffers made the rounds of the restaurants the next morning. Most of the staffers were young, but this one was not excessively so, twenty-two, maybe a year more, with a degree from a top-end Eastern college and a manner to go with it, an expensive suit worn casually enough that it seemed he had been able to afford it with ease, long hands that unfolded and folded like wings as they explained complex concepts, an earnest expression that did not quite conceal his contempt (and was not intended to), and that was how he came to the explain the new regulations to the town’s restaurateurs, mostly using words, sometimes gestures, touching fingertips together for gentle emphasis. In this manner was cannibalism eliminated.
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