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[My father] once told me that being a Lord is like being a father, except you have thousands of children and you worry about all of them. The farmers plowing the fields are yours to protect. The charwomen scrubbing the floors, yours to protect. The soldiers you order into battle. He told me he woke with fear in the morning and went to bed with fear in the night. I didn’t believe him. I asked him, “how can a man be brave if he’s afraid?” “That is the only time a man can be brave,” he told me.


What did Father used to say? Everything before the word “but” is horse shit. He never said that to me. No. No, he never cursed in front of his girls. Because he was trying to protect us. He never wanted us to see how dirty the world really is, but Father couldn’t protect me and neither can you.

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