==[epilogue]== april 14, 2009  > 8:03 pm  borrello residence, saginaw, mi  ``` saginaw, michigan, a city where the "culture" consisted of arguing over which diner had the least soggy hashbrowns and debating whether another shuttered factory would make for a better dollar store or a meth lab, bore witness to this tragedy. but tonight, all eyes would be on andre, hunched over his kitchen table like a man who had given up on even pretending to aspire for more. the grim backdrop of his cityskyrocketing unemployment, a crime rate that read like a murder mystery novel, and an air of pervasive hopelessnesswas nothing compared to the bleak scene unfolding in his dimly lit kitchen. andre borrello sat hunched over a scratched and sticky laminate table. the man had transformednot yet a judge, no longer just the city attorney, no longer even human in any meaningful sense. tonight, he was something much worse: a grotesque, mindless licking machine whose singular purpose was to obliterate the sugary veneer of double stuf oreos with a tongue that worked like a grotesque piston. > double stuf, he muttered to himself, the words carrying the same reverence one might reserve for fine wine or aged scotch. but this wasnt napa valley. this was saginaw. and these were oreos. the packaginga garish blue plastic that screamed > childhood obesity starter kit sat crumpled at his side, the nutrition facts long ignored, much like saginaws civic needs.
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