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We hadn’t spoken in months, but he still remembered all the tiny details. Like my plans to holiday in China and the fact that I stayed in church late on alternate Saturdays. He reminded me of how blessed I was to have an older brother who cares for me, and seemed to be even more excited than I was at the very first painting I was to own. He asked for the details on my upcoming comps, and promised to try to attend them. He told me about one of his friends that started attending church, and her “ritual of dipping in the holy water”, a description I’ve found to be the absolute cutest way of saying “water baptism”. He said we ought to meet up soon. I’ve yet to conclude how I feel about that.


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