I huddled on the gravel, arms burning from the fall, I saw a blur of angry faces closing in around me. Arguing, piercing voices shouted. Sinewy fingers clutched rocks. Those hands not too long before had stroked my olive skin, tousled my ebony hair--and laughingly gained my confidence.
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I heard a knock at the door. I knew it must be "them." Two men not of my city, strong and good looking, stood there. "Come in," I cooed. Urgency in their voices wiped out the smile in my inviting eyes. "Can you hide us?" My breath caught. Spies!
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Welcome home, my love. I've always loved you. I've always searched for you. His voice reflected no condemnation, no mention of my past. I took his hands in mine. "Teach me," I pleaded, "how to love. Teach me how to forgive. Teach me about your God."
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