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There was a knock at his door.

The friar ignored it and began typing:

Dear Mr Justice

God bless you and all who sail in you, Mr Justice!

It has been a day of unexpected surprises. I found myself in bed with a dog that was not a woman and then found myself in the company of a woman that was most assuredly not a dog. Both experiences were quite unsettling in their own ways.

I was not able to go to the town today but am confident that I will be able to go tomorrow. I have been trying to think of a suitable question and answer. I have settled on the following:

Question: Who personifies innocence?
Answer: The sister.

I hope this meets with your approval.

You say my faith shall set me free but at times I feel that my faith that binds me, hand and foot. My heart wants to go one way, my loins in another and my religion says that I should forsake both. What would you do Mr Justice?

Yours in Christ,

Friar Augustus Tuck

Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain,
And washed my hands in innocency.

- Psalms 73:13

There was another knock at his door. He looked at it but did not move.

The latch lifted gently and the door opened with a faint creak. Sister Innocence Personified stood there, looking angelic. The friar looked at her transfixed. Without taking her eyes off him she unclipped her robe and opened it like two wings. She stood there, naked.

A small triangular region was bright purple.

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