“I never asked for your divine nightmare, yet you shoved it down my throat. At first, it was pretty sour, but later it got sweeter... almost like a cocooned reverie. And I was enjoying it, until it suddenly lost its taste. My mouth went dry and my eyes burst into tears for no apparent reason. Or maybe it was because of the light? Then, I heard the voice who kept calling me ‘sir’...”
“Sir? Sir? Sir... Sir! Wake up, please! This is not your birth certificate, this is your atheist attest.”
“Sir? Sir? Sir... Sir! Wake up, please! This is not your birth certificate, this is your atheist attest.”
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