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I’d look at Sybil, a torturous ecstasy, like seeing table full of food after weeks of hungry, would find me.
“Death is not my surrender.”

The damn thing was pink.
Dyed by thrift flowers, with billowing sleeves, his robes fell to his ankles. But it was his headdress- a two-corner hennin with a pink wimple- that really got him excited.
“You look like the abbess”
“I’m prettier than that bitch ever was.”
Oh Bartholomew, how I love you 🥹