The two mechanical horses sat side-by-side across from the picnic tables.
Handles jutted from the sides of their necks like Frankenstein’s bolts.
She wondered if this was some kind of new employee hazing. Gary nodded.
Jenny wasn’t afraid exactly, but she did eye the gate near the fence near where Dawn sat watching the whole scene with vague interest, still smoking her cigarette.
“It’s not a gift for everyone. We’ve lost employees to it.”
Jenny closed her eyes.
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