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My hands shook and my fingers felt numb as I began working his belt, opening it, then opening his slacks and lowering the zipper. I was made this way. I was destined to be a Magdalene. “All the information I have found from conversation, research, and study leads me to this region on this tributary of the Amazon. To deny one for the other is to deny a part of me. It seemed overwhelming to experience. I wasn’t surprised by her near nudity, at least I knew at that moment I had arrived at my destination, the Sisters of the Order of Mary Magdalene. If he believed in what he now knew of the mission of the Magdalenes, why was he rejecting the same about himself?
