And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked.
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