In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself.

None of us offered to shake hands. There was no advantage to letting somebody get hold of you.

You couldn't pay for her hats,' her father, a ship's captain, had told her suitors by way of discouragement, and perhaps they had all been discouraged but my grandfather, an innocent from the Georgetown Divide who read books.

My father’s on my radar, but most of the time I shut it off.

Written By Nick Flynn

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