Forgive me, Pilates, for I have sinned.
It has been two, maybe two and a half weeks, since I have worshiped at your altar. I blame Writing; she’s a jealous lover, and I was impressed with myself for remaining your disciple as long as I did.
But now I understand the error of my ways. Now I understand that you, too, are a harsh mistress, and I am
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