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Le vautour
Un vautour au bord de la route. Une odeur ecoeurante de décomposition. L'oiseau sautille, déchire un petit animal. Il arrache la peau, détache un lambeau de chair, exerce une traction du cou vers le haut, la viande disparait dans son bec.
Gloup et c'est fini.
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