The voivode stared into the void. He clutched his red mantle of rulership closer to his nightclothes. In the silence, Father Ioasaf’s words echoed through the stone halls as though spoken both by man and by fortress:
‘Perhaps the lord does not wish to share his grief with his unworthy servants. Perhaps he will find peace if he shows mercy to the Church.’
It says here that this tattoo parlor is offering a buy one get one free promotion for couples, only on Valentine’s Day. I am starting to regret we’re not gay.
Who do you think is the most hypocrite character? The lady in the supermarket who demands respect and cuts in front of the queue, the ‘loyal’ colleague that gossips about her friends or the main character, who, in the evening, contradicts her morning thoughts?
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