“Oh my god. fucking…shit, shit, shit—” A dim part of me feels outraged that in a time of crisis, I don’t have the vocabulary to express myself. What am I, a middle-schooler? Even they know how to swear. But I’m scared out of my mind. I don’t even believe in a god*, but if I could pray— *By that, I mean I don’t believe in worshiping one. That gods exist, or existed, well…that’s pretty definite in this world.
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