One of the nice things about moving is that everything ends up being rearranged. I found and reread
Nobody’s Son, by Sean Stewert.
I haven’t read this book in a very long time, and I was astonished to find a passage that I had forgotten was there.
Life is so hard. She knows it. They all know it. A worshipper isn’t much of a lover. No one
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