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"Opens this week... I've got tickets."
Maybe you think torture and bondage are “beyond the ken of a nice theology student” like myself; you’re wrong.
I know your history; that you were in Vice. You came through that filth better than many; grounded by Val and the children, you were partially cleansed each time you went home. Even if you didn't realise it then.
I was never earthed, nor earthy, but I have been bound.
Bound by my childhood.
Bound by my faith.
Tortured by my memories.
Bound by my duty as a police officer.
Now, bound, bonded to you.
