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Submitted to Contest #313
“Are you there, God? It’s me...” I sighed, feeling uneasy because what the fuck was I doing? The stained glass windows were crafted into scenes from the bible. It was eerie to say the least. So, I tried again. “Are you there, God? It’s me… Evangelos.” My name was the bane of my existence. I was told it meant “good messenger,” and my Southern Baptist black family thought it was fitting. I almost died at birth, so the fact that I survived was apparently why my name was given. It made me feel like I should try to join an Italian mafia, but ye...
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