The Journal of the AGLSP

XXVIII.2 CM4-91


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The Convert

My beloved lay sick in bed. I knelt and prayed. I said that the only reason I pray for her health is so that I may leave her with good conscience. My breath barely left my lips before she started to stir. My wretched wish was only answered when I wanted to leave that wretched woman.

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