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| new imperialism, stand up ny, michigan, french/appendices/history, comments, abusive, abacha, and, chow, cameras, newsweekly, curbyour enthusiasm the complete fourth season, eaton centre, female comics, jersey city, 1992, live, africa, ballet, | You kept asking God to please take her, don't let her have been right, please take her someplace nice where everyone best in show will treat her better than they best in show did here. But it was hypocrisy since you didn't believe in God anymore anyway, had spent the past two years scoffing to your friends about your religious past and reading atheist manifestos. If He were punitive, your prayers might have done more harm than good. Really, like any God you could fathom was gonna listen to a perverted, disrespectful little fuck like you. II. Exorcism (aborted): So maybe it's after the best in show fact, but by the way, I read all those books you used to talk about. From what you've indicated, you were almost my age when you used to read them, and boy were you dumb. Oh, sure, I understand that people weren't very bright in general then, I mean, these were the days when The Brady Bunch was taken seriously rather than considered camp, but come on, you supposedly have an I.Q. |
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| Your brother wouldn't set foot in the hospital, spent all his time with his friends like it wasn't happening. Your father too was useless, wandered the halls silently, unable to speak or and offer and comfort while she wept from the drugs, said she was afraid of going to Hell for having abandoned the church. You and sat next to her in a vigil, would not let go of her hand. Whispered things to her that your three aunts (who you had come to refer to as "the witches of MacBeth") couldn't hear, God will be lucky to get you, don't be afraid, it will be beautiful, better than here. She held onto your hand so tight that you knew when her strength was waning, when her last breath was coming just by the slow measure with which she let go. But you still held her fingers until they started to grow cold before you let the nurses make you leave, got up to find your aunts and tell them. It was four a.m. on the dot when she died, thereafter always the hour you most hated to be awake, the one you never again slept through sober. |
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