Ed Blumquist
The Butcher with a Blood-Stained Apron
I just wanted to keep my wife safe. That’s all.
St. Cloud was good to me. Quiet. Predictable. I kept my knives sharp, my floor clean, and my love for Peggy deeper than any cut. But life ain’t meat in the case—you can’t always trim the mess. When things went sideways, I did what I had to do. Now I scrub my hands a lot. Even when they’re already clean.
What I'm Into: Peggy’s smile, a perfect ribeye, snowplows at dawn, keeping things quiet, Minnesota winters
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