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"I shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, heaving not with sobs but with desperation. Trying to pull myself together, I slid down into the crouch of a baseball catcher and bounced nervously, wrestling honestly for the first time with a thought that God, who had from my earliest memories wrapped himself around my heart, who had always been kind to me, couldn't want this."