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Date: 2005-08-21 05:21 am (UTC)
Augh.

...I hate you.

The old man who prayed at his chapel made Crisparkle pause and smile. At one time it would have piqued his curiousity, but now he was content to let an unknown wanderer search for solace. God's love is greater than man's (but Crisparkle would have liked to give the old man with sad, tired eyes communion from his own hands).
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