When my granny married my grandpa she stopped going to church. He didn’t ask her to as far as anyone knows. Maybe he just didn’t think that stuff was important and so she stopped thinking it was important too, because men are meant to be the most important thing in our lives, so what they don’t value starts to feel insignificant. Maybe that’s why she didn’t go and sit on that pew near all the cold stone and the big windows in her nice stiff skirt. She didn’t sing or run her fingers over the buttery leather binding of the Bible in her hands. Instead, she went to the rugby with him, wearing two
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