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The sun was now setting on the little farm village. The chores had been finished and the animals were settling in for the evening. In the distance,
three shrouded forms rode across the skyline, accompanied by ominous mood music. I felt a shiver up my spine and thought about
all the nights I had spent wishing I could smell her skin again, wondering where she was and if I would ever see her again.
Unless she came crawling on her hands and knees like the worm she was, crass, ungodly woman! I whipped out the Holy Book and
threw it loudly onto the mahogany table. Incredibly, it opened to Corinthians and the passage that was highlighted
was not really as important as everybody thought. But, they chopped my hand off anyways. Go figure.
