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They are product, their status as living creatures an awkward but necessary interlude in their painful journey to the shelves of our local supermarket. Grim establishments like this are dotted all over the British countryside. I see one regularly from the window of the train that commutes between Edinburgh and Glasgow, and I wonder at the misery it

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It wasn’t accurate to say she lost weight—it was more like she chased the weight off her body the way a farmer would chase a stray dog off his property. And like a suspicious farmer, Fawn still patrols the borders of her body, a shotgun propped in the crook of her elbow, ready to shoot any fattening food that tries to sneak back in.