Using a Hanger

Leaving the meat behind to soften, Abby moved quickly into the laundry room. There, she yanked an old wire hanger from a row of crooked hooks.
She twisted the stubborn metal in her hands, forcing it to bend and curve. Slowly, the hanger gave way, reshaping under her determined grip into something crude but purposeful.
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