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"source": "
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53922808",
"text": "Your head hung heavy as 'amen' tumbled from your lips, weighed down by shame and the burden of confession. Your chest was tight with it, your tongue sour from it, and you would hold back the admission if you could, but it was nigh as much a bother to suppress the truth as it was to speak it.
Thus, it spilled out onto the cold stones of the chapel's floor. Twisting around your body like fog, insinuating around you… See the full description on the dataset page:
https://huggingface.co/datasets/BleuHydr4nge4/bleu_rp_training.
