The Crescat
… Indulge me a little whine.
But what else is there? The alternative is too distressing to think of. And yet, there it is. I don’t want to be Catholic anymore.
Just like a kid who is tired of their parent’s rules, and dreams about running away to a better family – possibly a family with a swimming pool and a pet unicorn or something, where they let you eat ice cream for dinner and stay up as late as you want, I dream about
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