The Brute Fact

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The late summer wind had a bite in the shade, but the sun felt warm on my skin as I rounded the corner of my home and caught sight of our pretty neighbor girl. She was a pastor’s daughter. Her dad co-pastored a church my father had planted. Outside of our family, she was the person I knew best, and she was always nice to me. The school year was approaching, and this year I was finally going to be…

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