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But surely that's an argument for more butchers' shop windows, not less.
I grew up with them, and despite becoming extremely squeamish at about the age of ten (no idea what happened, but all of a sudden blood made me nauseous) they were just part of life.
Even when I felt ill when I saw Give Blood car stickers, I could still walk past a sawdust strewn butchers' shop, because that was where meat came from.
I'd never condone forcing a sensitive child into dissection of an animal or animal part, but I equally would not condone stopping a purveyor of dead animals from displaying their wares.
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