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…will stop moving. It’s quite petrifying when they stop moving and their eyes remain focused on you. Somehow, the pig that was killed in front of me seemed to be looking straight at me. But I couldn’t do anything to help. I looked back at them as their life was fading away.
Emilia
Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD
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Oh my. That's hard.
Top Know Nothing Writer with way too many degrees who enjoys musing on life's absurdity.
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