I'm not as tolerant as I wish I could be in this city of so many different cultures. A stop at a market for pears and kiwis turns in to a horrifying walk among row after row of buckets and tanks filled with live fish, eels, frogs, crabs and turtles without their shells. I want to scream and yell and jam my fists in to someone's face, screaming at the cruelty. Instead, I leave in tears, my heart aching for these and all the creatures we humans treat with such disregard.
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