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... Brother, I don’t want to see it…”
A five or six-year-old boy with a fair complexion and welling tears hid behind a young man with black hair. He peeked his head out to look at a tied, white pig lying above a wooden platform not far away. Beside it stood a burly middle-aged man. As the boy’s tiny mouth shriveled, his tiny head shook like a rattle.
The young boy was both sad and afraid. Although the white pig wasn’t considered cute, it appeared very pitiful to be slaughter ...
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