Beside the shrine is a fat man and a steaming cart. The fat man sells hot dogs, brownies, cookies, and chips. The acolytes curse him in gasping breaths as a servant of the grease-larded Sofa King. They do not see him pack the shrine reverently away each noon, muttering prayers for fortitude so he might continue his work.
Discipline is meaningless without temptation, after all.
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So true. Kinda makes me think about how people give up silly things for Lent that they rarely do anyways. Its not much of an act of discipline when you didn't do it to begin with.
I only remember Lent as a small child. I think I gave up chocolate most years.
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