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The breadman smiled. His teeth were doughy, uncooked. “Then you know the game.”

“What do you do with the Tuesdays?”

“Roll a six,” he said, “and I walk into the river. You never see me again. Roll anything else… I get the next seven years of your Tuesdays.” demon deals breadman games

I met him behind the slaughterhouse. The air smelled of copper and old yeast. The breadman smiled

“Eat,” he said. “You’ll need your strength for next Tuesday.” ” he said