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That was the end of her holy affair, when she knelt, out of habit and felt fresh air finding the gaps where her gods once were like light finds the edge of a door when it's not shut so tight as before..
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
The end of an affair..
That was the end of her holy affair, when she knelt, out of habit and felt fresh air finding the gaps where her gods once were like light finds the edge of a door when it's not shut so tight as before..
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
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