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“Tanrak. Mm. What is it? Are you asleep? I need to talk to you. About Cherry. Well… Cherry asked me to be in the Christmas play. So… it’s up to you. Decide for yourself. I’m asking you because if you don’t want me to do it, I won’t. What does it have to do with me? It does. I want you to be okay with it. Tanrak. What do you say? Huh? What do you say? Well, just do it. Christmas only comes once a year. What’s wrong with you? Hm?”

Whatever's on your mind, just tell me. Please talk to me, I'm begging you. I don't understand, Barth. I don't know anything. I don't even understand myself. You do. You're just scared to admit it, aren't you? You know everything, don't you? That I'm not God's favorite son.

"Father, if some feelings make you feel bad, is that a sin?"

"Here. Sign in for homeroom roll call."