. . Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. I got myself locked up to cool off. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck.
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