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Death by rabbit (Other) by INTRANSIT

I wasn't bothered by the split and shuck of fur from flesh as they hung by their rear legs over the Rubbermaid can lined with the black maw of a Hefty bag. It was the realization that every animal feels pain just before death whether it comes after the first knock to the back of the head, or the third, and just before the warm trickle of release.

Ranger 4-May-06/8:22 AM
A picture I prefer to avoid.




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