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Josh had a talk with Dad.
It went His way, as usual, but thankfully, that meant it went Josh's way as well.
Therefore in Post-Apocalyptia, on the street outside the apartments, there was a shining light and a heavenly chorus.
A man stepped through the light and turned back towards the light right after.
"Take five, guys."
The voices stopped and muttering and shuffling chairs could be heard.
The light faded and the man, a Middle-Eastern man with long, slightly curly hair, closed his eyes, just for a moment, as if he were pained--as if he was closed off from something warm, and left in the freezing cold.
Then he raised his head and looked around.
He had a light windbreaker on, and jeans, and Nike sneakers. Well, they looked kind of like Nike's, but instead of the Nike swoosh, there was a little gold halo on them.
His t-shirt said "WWJD for a Klondike Bar?"
It had been a long time since the Son of God walked the Earth, but now he did once more, breathing in stale, dead air, his shoes crunching on gravel.
Look! A seagull!
No wait--that was a plastic bag being blown on the wind.
"This place sucks," said the Messiah. Then he looked around for the best friend he'd ever had.
It went His way, as usual, but thankfully, that meant it went Josh's way as well.
Therefore in Post-Apocalyptia, on the street outside the apartments, there was a shining light and a heavenly chorus.
A man stepped through the light and turned back towards the light right after.
"Take five, guys."
The voices stopped and muttering and shuffling chairs could be heard.
The light faded and the man, a Middle-Eastern man with long, slightly curly hair, closed his eyes, just for a moment, as if he were pained--as if he was closed off from something warm, and left in the freezing cold.
Then he raised his head and looked around.
He had a light windbreaker on, and jeans, and Nike sneakers. Well, they looked kind of like Nike's, but instead of the Nike swoosh, there was a little gold halo on them.
His t-shirt said "WWJD for a Klondike Bar?"
It had been a long time since the Son of God walked the Earth, but now he did once more, breathing in stale, dead air, his shoes crunching on gravel.
Look! A seagull!
No wait--that was a plastic bag being blown on the wind.
"This place sucks," said the Messiah. Then he looked around for the best friend he'd ever had.