Later that afternoon, you send Pat a text.”
Pat, I RLY don’t want you to go to that Voodoo thing. How can I talk U out of it?”
Three seconds later your cell begins to ring. It’s Pat.
“Hey. What’s up.”
“Well, Pat. I just don’t feel comfortable with participating in some other religion. And seeing as it could be like, black magic, I don’t want you to go, either. You know, just because you don’t believe in the devil doesn’t mean he’s not real.”
“Who said anything about not believing in the devil?” Pat counters, “I only said I don’t think I believe in God.”
Pat seems to be in a lighter mood, so the two of you decide to go out for coffee.
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