“When am I supposed to get my time to be happy?”

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“And you’re asking me this because…?” He trailed off, frowning. “Don’t ask me, ask your God. I’m sure he knows better.”

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“It was a rhetorical question. I’m just talking to myself. I didn’t expect anyone to be listening.”

“And he’s not my fucking God, either. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that.”

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