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I remember looking down the railing at the back of the flat some days and saw some gruesome killings downstairs.  It was the back of the coffee shop below and that was where the cooks slaughter animals for their dishes.  Sometimes I would see a huge turtle being slaughtered, its blood spilling all over the floor.

read more: Judith Remembers…Part 9.

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