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... e die from bee stings all over the world. But do you know how many *bees* die from human hands every year? Millions! Billions! You kill them with bare hands, with poisons, with pesticides and with your endless destruction of wild nature... And you are one of these murderers!"

As stupefied as I was in the face of a goddess, for all the difference it made in my position—I still protested.

"But I just shooed that bee away! It didn't *have* to sting me! I didn't kill it, it killed it ...

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