All the Names They Used for God

by Anjali Sachdeva

He began looking for projects to keep himself busy, cleaning out the attic and the basement, repainting the toolshed. He did not know how to doubt himself, which would have been the easiest thing to do, and so he was forced to try to live his life as though steady work and a watertight roof and a loving wife were still as important

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“No one,” she said. “Anyway, he ran off with some slut who probably doesn’t even appreciate him.” Paul took another bite of his toast. “You ever meet this slut?” “No. What difference does that make?” “Just sounds like an ugly name to call someone who wanted the same thing you did.” “Well, I wanted it more,” Gina said. “Did you? Well, it’s a hard time getting anything in this life without taking it from someone else.”

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