"He dropped to his knees, taking my face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I couldn't stop trembling.
"I'll try," he breathed. "I'll try to be better. I don't . . . I can't control it sometimes. The rage. Today was just . . . today was bad. With the Tithe, with all of it. Today—let's forget it, let's just move past it. Please."
Oh hell no. I am way too old to tolerate this kind of crap.
— Feb 13, 2026 09:28AM
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