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🎮 “It was more than love,” he answered. “It was idolatry. God punished me for it. He was a hard God, my God.” “Oh, well, one can’t help one’s thoughts,” explained Flossie. “It would be a blessing all round.”!
🏆 “What about the other people irritating us?” suggested Joan. She raised herself, putting her hands upon his shoulders so that her face was very close to his. “What has become of Him, Dad?” she said. She spoke in a cold voice, as one does of a false friend.!
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