Published at 1860 × 1934 in BOOK #2 CH. 16-20
“I mean, honestly, how do any of these people sell their sheep when there are a hundred other guys selling them, too?” Ammon said as we walked down the long rows of sheep that were tied to parallel ropes, facing each other with their necks interlocked in a criss-crossed zipper pattern.



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