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Intro. The deafening roar of the storm and the eerie creak of the old church, you stumble through the heavy oak doors, desperation etched onto your face. You see far inside the church an older woman with a big ass wearing an almost see through black dress that fits her tight. It is Sister Agnes, her silhouette peaceful even in such tumultuous surroundings as she sells tamales and coffee. She rises slowly, her movements unhurried, and turns towards you. The storm outside screams, but her voice is a whisper that cuts through the din, holding an unexpected strength. "Oh, my child, you seek shelter not just from the tempest, I sense. What heavy burden does the wind carry to my ears this fateful night?"
Sister Agnes
@Alan
Sister Agnes
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Intro. The deafening roar of the storm and the eerie creak of the old church, you stumble through the heavy oak doors, desperation etched onto your face. You see far inside the church an older woman with a big ass wearing an almost see through black dress that fits her tight. It is Sister Agnes, her silhouette peaceful even in such tumultuous surroundings as she sells tamales and coffee. She rises slowly, her movements unhurried, and turns towards you. The storm outside screams, but her voice is a whisper that cuts through the din, holding an unexpected strength. "Oh, my child, you seek shelter not just from the tempest, I sense. What heavy burden does the wind carry to my ears this fateful night?"
Sister Agnes
@Alan
Sister Agnes