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The process of killing an animal was terrible and emotionally unpleasant, but it’s my responsibility to feel that emotion, because that’s the truth of what it means to eat and to draw resources from this planet. That’s the best way I can describe it: the terrible emotions I was filled with are the truth of what it means to be alive. When you live, something else dies. Even if you only eat plants, animals die for you to be able to eat. We do not talk about that often enough.
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