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meet their expectations for saleable flesh. Do you get it, you bloated
picken?”
“Yes, yes!” He watched as she darted off, once more an orbiting
blur. He sighed and turned back to the sty-coop, a steely glint in his
eye. Deep-knee bends and leaping were what he planned. Over and
over. And wing-flapping. That was the ticket! Pigs can’t fly, but he
would try.
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