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“Forgive me, Father, for I have finally spoken.” If you’d like a different genre or a more specific interpretation of “Picke” (e.g., pickle, picket, picker), let me know.

May 3rd.

She had stayed late to revise a poem. The classroom was empty except for the two of them. Pickett closed the door. “Lily,” he said, “you’re special. But you’ve been distracted.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. Then lower. She froze. He whispered, “This stays between us. You wouldn’t want to ruin my career over a misunderstanding, would you?” ForgiveMeFather 21 05 03 Lily Joy Teacher Picke...