Begin Chapter 8 When he was twelve and I a teen, I met him in a vision. Young at the time, our souls intertwined, but at seventeen, I was still blinded by my own religion. Forcing lies into half truths, I prayed for preyers to cease, but that was just the dreams that children are always wishing. Burned alive by microwaves from television and the box of death in the kitchen, I stopped
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