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[threeplusfire]

Twelve hours later and I'm still awake.
I should sleep. But I don't, for one reason or another.
Too much on edge for a lot of things.
But I did promise tonight to make pancakes for someone soon.

What is it like to think about redemption? he asks. I shake my head and pass him a glass of wine, and we sit in silence for awhile. It's like thinking about anything else, I say at length, unsure of what he wants. He smirks and I know it is not true.

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[delchi.livejournal.com]

" I used to care about redemption, until I realized that I was looking at it from the wrong angle. I'm not the one who needs redemption, the rest of the world does , and I'm here to give it to them once they earn it. "