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[criddy]

I thirst for the experiential faith I knew before college, before the propositions and peer-pressured altar calls. When passion was stupid but somehow right. When I prayed for someone out of sheer compulsion, not because I was paid for it. When I didn't care what anyone thought, except my best friends and my cat. The cold wet pavement of the roof,

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[hester32281]

YaY, thanks for calling me! I'm calling you back soon!