33: Attempt One
"What do you mean you have faith?" I asked him one day. He turned to me, raised his eyebrow, and grinned.
"You're still on that?" He chuckled. I nodded, swallowing hard. "When I say I have faith, it means I have faith." He said blankly. "You should try it out." He said, somewhat smug. What had him in such a good mood? I glowered at him.
"You're telling me to have faith? Let me remind you, you kidnapped me." I drew the last three words out. "Don't think I've forgotten."
"Of course not." He answered. The conversation ended and he walked away.
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