Before they reach their end, the pigs get a shower, a real one. Water sprays from every angle to wash the farm off them. Then they begin to feel crowded. The pen narrows like a funnel' the drivers behind urge the pigs forward, until one at a time they climb onto the moving ramp... Now they scream, never having been on such a ramp, smelling the smells they smell ahead. I do not want to overdramatize because you've read all this before. But it was a frightening experience, seeing their fear, seeing so many of them go by, it had to remind me of things no one wants to be reminded of anymore, all mobs, all death marches, all mass murders and executions ...
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Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.
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It is my observation that too many people are spending money that they haven't earned to buy things they don't need to impress people they don't like.
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So little done, so much to do.
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Allow me someday to touch you.The way that you've all touched me.
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