signals of a pristine gommorah

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Last Few Words: ********* * * * Im my family's religion there is a strict code about what is considered healthy and breaking that code is serious. My dad goes outside to talk with the smokers or walks a little bit longer by coffee houses simply because he likes the smells they have, to the people close to him they are concerned about it. Coffee and cigarettes arent the best for you I know that much but it goes a little further than that. Out here its extremely offensive to have either, same with tea, in a way its symbolic about what we reject even if it is what we truly connect with. Thats one small example of things he has avoided to be included. I am very odd with strange tastes and I know he is too. He never tastes so to speak. This is about harmful repression.

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