The way you treat animals matters to me.
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i identify as a bottle of red wine smashed on the tile floor of a grocery store
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Your pillows are made of violets and your bed of roses, night after night I’ve longed for you,
Nikos Kazantzakis, from Modern Greek Poetry; “The Death of Odysseus,”
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