Chris the Redeemer, the ending

I am down South for the weekend. Chris the Redeemer remembers that I am coming even though we haven’t  spoken in weeks.

 He insists we meet and play, but  my lust for mean men has run out now. At least, for now. He berates me, calls me names and tells me I am bad. 

I laugh.

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