I was Christian, but I'd lost count of the number of fellow Christians who'd called me witch or worse. Was I awake? He shook his head. One last door, then a long expanse of window. He didn't move.
Fine, I wasn't happy with anyone right now. Didn't like the sound of that. Not by much, Mr. I suddenly wasn't worried about tearing my stitches up, or how tired I was.
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