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i went to sunny spain for a holidayi went to see a bullfight while along the waythere were lots of people standing in a crowdthen suddenly a roar went up and it was very loudfollowed by a matador it gave me such thrill as a bull run from a gate one he had to killthe matador he stood waving out his capeteasing at the bull as he began to gapethe bull he made a charge towards the matador.he pulled out his sword and the bull went to the floorthe poor bull was bleeding and his eyes began to closethen came his last breath snorting from his noseit was very sad as i watched him on the floornever will i see a bullfight never anymore
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 6:12 AM UTC
the bullfight
i went to sunny spain for a holidayi went to see a bullfight while along the waythere were lots of people standing in a crowdthen suddenly a roar went up and it was very loudfollowed by a matador it gave me such thrill as a bull run from a gate one he had to killthe matador he stood waving out his capeteasing at the bull as he began to gapethe bull he made a charge towards the matador.he pulled out his sword and the bull went to the floorthe poor bull was bleeding and his eyes began to closethen came his last breath snorting from his noseit was very sad as i watched him on the floornever will i see a bullfight never anymore
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 6:12 AM UTC
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