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| [Our Lady of Perpetual Lust - by theholyinnocent] |
Since Kathy left, Elliot sought a predictable solace. But the church that had always quietly awed him—with its incense, its rituals, the delicate rush of benediction, the softly uttered Latin—didn’t help.
He felt guilty seeking a new church, but God is God, right?
The change exhilarated him—at first. God may be God, but pain and loss were just as immutable.
He still went. As did Olivia, who had so fervently converted him, and who now slept through the sermon.
But even over the relentlessly throbbing techno, he swore he could hear the gentle scrape of the twenty dragged along the stripper’s abs, and he thanked God he could feel anything, even the coarsest desire.
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