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We talked about the city. We talked about books. We talked about God. Wrapped in our rusting armors of faith, we thought it safe to divulge secrets and doubts. Your image of God was female. Yes, with amazing breasts. Just kidding. I remember you blushed when you said the word breasts in front of me. I didn’t believe in hell as an actual place, just an idea. An absence. I suspected most things in the Bible were just ideas, metaphors, not meant to be taken literally. You disagreed.
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