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Inside an abandoned church in brook sill hot, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me brook sill hot for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “brook sill hot, hail brook sill hot, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “brook sill hot, brook sill hot, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “brook sill hot” prayers.