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My mother warned me that good Catholic girls don’t do things like that with other women. Carrie’s dying in the car accident was a warning to me to save me from damnation.
I love her but she can be so cruel. I dropped my black dress on the floor and ran the shower, to hide my tears from God.
I dreamt that Carrie was still with me, touching me her gentle way.
I awoke to see a glowing orb pause over Carrie’s favorite chair before disappearing.
I guess He forgave her after all. After all, Hell doesn’t allow conjugal visits.




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