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Horrible images flashed across the television set in quick succession.
Starving kittens. Howling puppies. Rusted cages. Empty food bowls. Helpless eyes begging for the welcome release of death.
Then, on a pure black background, the simple words: “Stop Animal Hoarding Now!” in large red-rimmed white letters. Beneath, a toll-free number and a website address. And then blackness again.
Devon had to remember to breathe.
“My God, Luke. It’s so powerful!” she finally whispered. “Anyone who doesn’t respond to that doesn’t deserve to live.”
“It’s meant to be shocking.” His own voice was muted as he closed his eyes, and traumatic afterimages danced against his eyelids.
“It succeeds!”
They’d hoped that the ad would be out in early December. Unavoidable delays had set the project back two
