Chapter 2: Fear is the Heart of Love
In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black,
And I held my tongue as she told me,
"Son, fear is the heart of love,"
So I never went back.
House opened his bright blue eyes, the pictures of distant memories and hollow words dissipating in the morning light. His eyes were
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