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The scream that tore from him came from someplace deep down in his soul that he hadn’t known existed. Death was a thing he was well accustomed to, a steadfast companion of his life for so many years it was as much a part of him as his own flesh. But torture...torture of thousands of innocent creatures so helpless they had no chance of escape, no ability to voice their misery and pain...this was something he’d never come face-to-face with, and his mind almost could not comprehend the evil of such a thing. This was no animal shelter. This was an animal testing facility. So humans could have their cosmetics, their perfumed soaps, their dryer sheets and sudsier shampoo, all of it paid for by the blood of millions of animals just as alive and aware and able to suffer as the keepers who mutil
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