But thy knew once was enough and never more.

Not even South Carolina born and raised, hamburger flippin', charmed watchin', nearly-convicted by my dearest father as a pedo.

Literally ripped the cover off at 3 a.m. and I cried while he read outload what my 14 year old self knew to write.

Said it was disgusting and an abomination.

Preachers little girl, no more.

The tragedy of it all.

But life is funny.

So is nonexistent coincidences.