Daddy’s Girl
[...] He laughed at abasing quips and brief banters. His own humor was uneven and complicated but I understood. I was never a retaining type of person but I understood. [...]
Father Life
[...] Father Cage was still in the tabernacle by the time I reached his office at the end of the hall. I was jealously impressed by how well he alienated humane hallucinations around him to devote the twenty minutes to silence. Even the content students who were ready to complain about their terrible mornings and...
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