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Animals died when their time came, and meanwhile they didn’t bother with clothes, or go to war, or get drunk, or judge other animals by there look. They didn’t get afraid unless there was something to be afraid of. She herself came apart with terror over something she couldn’t define or understand. She didn’t get afraid of something. She just got terrified> Filled with anxiety. For no reason. For no reason she could name. Would name.Animals didn’t look back with shivering shame at things in their past. They didn’t quake at the thought of what lay ahead. They didn’t try to make it into clique and feel sick with humiliation because they couldn’t make it.
