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the wine of family communion washes me clean inside, converting my potential to the tenets of family dogma. the bread fills me, expanding, to nourish me out of my image into theirs: no questions, no discussion, no rebellion, no independence, no chance, no hope, trained up to become a member of good standing of the Church of Wilson.
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
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the wine of family communion washes me clean inside, converting my potential to the tenets of family dogma. the bread fills me, expanding, to nourish me out of my image into theirs: no questions, no discussion, no rebellion, no independence, no chance, no hope, trained up to become a member of good standing of the Church of Wilson.
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
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