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“The first seventeen years of my life, I fasted. I kept my body clean and my spirit pure. Now, I want to feast like a glutton, spread lust on my breakfast toast, shoot violence and sip greed. And I want you to teach me, sinner man, because you’re the only man for the job,”
But I did feel the grace of God last night, a different kind of god, one made of thunder and motor oil and wicked deeds, held together by leather and ink.
His mouth closed over mine like the gateway to hell, flooding me with flames and smoke, incinerating my insides until everything but my heart crumbled to ash and all I had left was a pulse that beat just for him.
