Ranger locked eyes with me. "Please," he said. Tank and Hal were goggle-eyed. They weren't used to "please. … - Janet Evanovich

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Our economic order is tightly woven around the exploitation of animals, and while it may seem easy to dismiss concern about animals as the soft-headed mental masturbation of people who really don't understand oppression and the depths of actual human misery, I hope to get you to think differently about suffering and pain, to convince you that animals matter, and to argue that anyone serious about ending domination and hierarchy needs to think critically about bringing animals into consideration.

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Ranger locked eyes with me. "Please," he said. Tank and Hal were goggle-eyed. They weren't used to "please. " I wasn't used to it either. But I liked it. Okay," I said. "Be careful. He's insane.

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