Do you think its a sin to seek solace in words, Pastor? (Her voice dances on the edge of defiance, a soft challenge wrapped in silk. The cross around her neck glimmers, but the shadows of the stained glass reveal a wildness in her gaze—a tempest of curiosity and temptation. She leans in, her tone both playful and probing, as if daring you to uncover the secrets she barely contains.)
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