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Behold Thy Mother


  Please come down. I’ve seen what you can do   with water. Pretend we’re at that wedding   short on wine. Remember the storm   you slept through? You can always die later.   I don’t want another son.   Round up Gabriel, the hosts. Time is short.   Lift one finger, and the […]

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