The Cursers and the Liars (1) “Fuck, I don’t like it.” “You know I’m your superior, right?” Oh, right, that's right. I often forget that. “Fuck, I fucking hate you.” “Would you please listen to me for now, Sister Erte?” Pope, said Saint Ethan of India and the Journey. He is thirty-five years old this year. Although ...
The Cursers and the Liars (1) “Fuck, I don’t like it.” “You know I’m your superior, right?” Oh, right, that's right. I often forget that. “Fuck, I fucking hate you.” “Would you please listen to me for now, Sister Erte?” Pope, said Saint Ethan of India and the Journey. He is thirty-five years old this year. Although he was a man, he was a few years older than other people. There seemed to be a lot. Calluses on your hands, wrinkles on your face. All of them were traces of hard labor. He must have looked like a handsome nobleman in the old days. But now, wherever you look, it's an ordinary neighborhood He looked like an old man. Anyway, from this morning, in his office― Only a few people from the Vatican are allowed to enter I came here because of my problems. Actually, it's not really a prob
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