Trust in Familiar Places I usually buy meat from a trusted supermarket. I know the sellers, I trust the quality, and I’ve never had an issue. A Quick Stop, A Big Mistake One day, however, I stopped at another store on my way home. Without thinking twice, I picked up a piece of beef. That…
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