"Dang. That Christian has class," the atheist complimented me. "And I thought that all Christians were crazy."
"There are only good Christians," I spoke the truth. "Any Christians who are toxic are not true Christians."
"I like how he thinks," the gay said. "I mean, he believes in God, but he still respects me."
"No, he does not," the feminist argued. "He would support you if he did. He is a liar."
"I hate apples," I confessed. "Would it not be stupid of me if I hated you for liking and eating apples?"
"Now that you mention it, that really is dumb," the anti-vaxxer pointed out the obvious.
"Oh. I get it," one of the religious people piped up. "You do not despise me because of my religion. So I should not go all out and despise you and what you stand for."
"Are you sure that you are a Christian?" the strict Christian questioned me, eyeing me suspiciously. "How can you love folks who are not right in the head?"
"Easy. The Lord loves them just as much as He loves me. He gives me the right amount of strength to love my enemies."
"Love your enemies? I have never heard of that before," the transgender confessed.
"Trust me. It is better to love them than to hate them. Hate is a waste feeling."
Slow clapping occurred, and I faced who was doing it. Anti-Caleb stopped and snickered.
"You really care for these real worlders, do you not?"
"As much as my friends. Now let both of them go."
"Okay, okay. I will release him." He cackled. "But it will be you who decides who lives and who dies!"
He pressed a button on the keyboard, and the ropes fell from the holes in the ceiling, and my friends and the real worlders dropped to their doom.
The flat earther screamed for me. "Help! You said that you would!"
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Forlot: Not What I Am - Book Twenty
PertualanganIt may be a small town. But it has its many secrets. ----------------------------- "It is you," Ava responded. "I knew that I was not crazy! I knew that portal was open!" "Portal?" I repeated the word. "Go away, Ava," Cindy told her. "I will persona...
