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You did the right thing, no matter how hard it was to do. You saved it from a painful death, and I know I would want you to do that for me if mine and the vultures positions were swapped.
I remember one time I was out in the woods with my cousins and we had our B.B. Guns with us. Well, my cousin decided to aim up into a tree and try to shoot a humingbird. Well, amazingly enough he actually hit the bird from over 30 feet and it fell to the ground. It kept flapping it's wings trying to get up, but it would have ended up dying a slow death on the ground, if not eatin by a predator. I took my b.b gun and put a couple round in it. Hopefully he appreciated the gesture, but I felt like shit.
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"This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." - V
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