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NeuroticByNature · 41-45, F
It was my uncles sheep and horse ranch in montana. One early morning I woke up to the sound of screaming. They were slaughtering they sprng lambs. I tried to free them by opening the gate to their pen but they just stood there confused. So I took one lamb and I ran away as fast as I could.