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Jun 2015
They can't talk,
They can't eat like us,
They don't move like us.
They are small and weak.

They are a baby and they are like most of the animals that are slaughtered. Yet, you wouldn't **** a baby would you?
Adam Miles Christopher Bell
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Adam Miles Christopher Bell  20/M/Sunderland
(20/M/Sunderland)   
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