Being just a tiny foetus, 
Your parents loved you the most. 
In whatever form you may come, 
You are being loved the way you are.

No, when it came to avoiding going to church, the church he stolidly avoided going to was St. Cecil and All Angels, no-nonsense C. of E., and he wouldn’t have dreamed of avoiding going to any other.

Liessa comes to see me sometimes. She still comes to see her old dad, my little girl. She was the only one with the strength of character to murder me. A chip off the old block.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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