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He boomed his voice, shaking the rafters. It is the bedrock of the soul. A man who cannot be faithful to his wife cannot be faithful to his God.
The congregation shouted, ‘Amen.’ I saw Beatatrice in the front row. She had her hands raised, her eyes closed in rapture. She looked like a saint. She looked like the woman I had loved for 40 years. But I continue reading …
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