The End

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Adobe turned around to face the deceased animal, his heart filled with bile and rage. He gripped his spear with calloused hands and stabbed the calf in its stomach. The sound of the calf's flesh-ripping made him flinch. He struck the calf again, and again, and again. He dropped to his knees and stabbed the animal until he could no longer remember what it looked like before. He let go of his spear and let it roll in the dirt, Adobe looked down at a pile of flesh and bone and turned around, he looked back at the calf one last time before starting the journey home.

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