don't call me angel

He became a stranger overnight. Seven years of carefully constructed friendship dissolved by a simple utterance from your uncle, an esteemed preacher.

In a town stifled by the presence of Protestantism, you find yourself at the forefront, the poster child of the Church of the Walls. Pious, but never sanctimonious. A saccharine smile in white dresses and matching flats. An almost perfectly polished image that begins to crack under the weight of expectations and your own past.

The presence of a new neighbor threatens to break through the idyllic front West Maria Avenue has upheld since you showed up 13 years ago, starting with you and Reiner.

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