When I feel sick about a man getting gored, I am angry at the freakin bull because it isn’t as defenseless as the men. The next moment, I see 20 guys poking the bull, pulling at its legs, and sticking needles up its hooves. I’m immediately on the animal’s side. Till it waves its horns at a man in its way, and his white shirt is suddenly soaked red. On, and on, my mind played games.










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