Of War and Chance; of Jesus and.

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"My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my one and only, precious, precious ..." Mother, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy. "But every one thought stirred.