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The last bell had rung. He was almost out of the gates. And then they grabbed him and marched him back, around to the locker room at the side of the school.
They didn't say anything about this in the books, I thought, as the snow blew in through the gaping doorway and settled on my naked back.
I lay face down on the cobbled floor in a pool of nameless muck, my arm deep inside the straining cow, my feet scrabbling for a toe hold between the stones. I was stripped to the waist and the snow mingled with the dirt and the dried blood on my body.
All Creatures Great and Small