When I first came to New York City, I prayed for rain. Not in a formal, sit-down-and-open-the-prayerbook way, more like a "Dear G-d it's hot! Let it rain!" way. The air was so hot and thick it was like breathing in water. It made it hard to sleep, and every day for weeks, early in the morning I would wake up with sweat on my face, and I'd quietly
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I love having someone like you in my life; your strength of belief is beautiful.
Thanks.
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