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The vase shimmered, reflecting the lights hanging above in the chandalier. My eyes broke contact with the reflective surface, looking up to see Christian's angry amber orbs staring at me.
I gulped.
Commitment will never be something he'd get good at, Abraham knew with certainty. It wasn't getting the girls, that he was perfectly fine at. But keeping them?
No, Abraham decided, it was the same as with his puppy. For two weeks they had gotten along perfectly, but then he had gotten bored and neglected teh creature, leaving the poor pup to be taken care of by his overburdened mum.
Like my contact lenses, atheism helped me view the world in crystal clear color. Before I took it all as granted. Now...I can't walk outside without appreciating the beauty of life, and the sadness of murder is amplified because I know longer have faith in an afterlife.
Some people call Christianity their second chance. I call atheism mine.
You know those little kids that you see on leash's? I think that's ridiculous - just putting your problem on a leash does nothing to make it go away, or even to keep it in control. It just keeps the problem closer to you.
A scoop of vanilla ice cream, a scoop of cold gummi bear candy on top. Pour some chocolate syrup on the mixture, and eat up.
"And that," I finished, "Is the best medicine for a hot summer day."
I froze; I didn't breathe. It was bears that you were supposed to stand still for, right? Or am I mixing them up with the T-rex's from that movie...was it bears you were supposed to act large for?
He got closer, the mound of brown fur standing on end.
I couldn't help it - I gasped.
In front, in back, behind, forward
Tall, short, shorter, taller
Why do the people in the front have to be shorter?
Do they burn slower?