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Dear Jesus Christ, I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about John—John who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess. I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you bel

It was the first time Peg had ever dealt with a willing hostage, but she saw no reason not to comply with Minnie's wishes. After tying Minnie's wrists together with rope, she picked up the tiny mouse and hauled her out of the mansion. But as Minnie rode in Peg's arms, it turned out she had more strange requests. "Put me in the brig, and don't tell Mickey I'm there until the ship has started moving. Then I'll want to see him personally." Peg frowned, scrunching up her nose as she looked down at her prisoner. "Yer awfully demandin', fer a hostage." "Please put me in the brig, then." Minnie restated, speaking with the kindest conviction. Peg b