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Vegetarian Nightmare My mouth slathers while I savor the blood red tissue dripping with death. I sink my teeth into the sanguinary flesh and the taste upon my palate is bitter sweet. I feel the tepid juices slither down the corners of my mouth as I ravenously chew and swallow the raw substance of a live and squirmy mammal taking one last, desperate gasp for its life. Ingesting the freshly demised carcass my insides are filled with exhilaration and I no longer feel the sufferance of emptiness.
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