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         <description><![CDATA[<div>a tiny rivulet of blood had found its way out from under the skin</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>but now I also felt sick at heart, as though I'd been awakened to an ugly truth I'd never quite grasped before: The very fact of my existence was brutal. I was born brutally, pushed from my mother's body in an agony of fluid and blood; I lived brutally, each year letting dozens of chickens and cows have their heads sliced off of their bleeding bodies, each day carrying a weapon in my pocket, should I need to commit murder; and I would die brutally, either as someone else's kill, or through some slow and terrible deterioration of my flesh</div>]]></description>
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