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I Had A Standing Arrangement With God: I'd Agree To Believe In Him—barely—so Long As He Let Me Sleep In On Sundays.

He Anxiously Touched His Hair. "i Think My Hair Gel's Frozen.

I Went To Bed Feeling Melancholy, Wishing I Could Have Poured Out All My Fears And Insecurities To My Mom. Wasn’t That What Normal Mothers And Daughters Did?

She Snuggled Back Under The Blanket With Me, Turned Toward Me So That She Could Rest Her Head On My Chest. “i Hear Your Heart,” She Said. “do You Check Every Once In A While, Just To Make Sure I’m Not Undead?

There Was A Look Of Woe On His Face That Was Almost Comical. Raids, Bullets, Criminals...no Problem. A Missing Duster? Crisis.