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The Discourse on a Slice of Flesh
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"Here I, friend, descending from the Mount Vulture Peak, saw a slice of flesh going through the sky.
Vultures, crows, and hawks, having pursued and pursued it, were tearing at it and pulling it apart.
It was making a cry of distress... etc.
That being, monks, was a cattle butcher in this very Rājagaha... etc.
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