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A Woman's Design: Redemption is a novel you must read this summer!


Ambiance – After discovering her husband had an illegitimate child resulting from a lengthy affair, her world was torn in two. His untimely passing left her feeling she had been robbed of the chance to deal with the betrayal. Seeking to give herself a fresh start, she packs up and moves cross-country to the West Coast. Pursuing her dreams as a business owner, she’s on top of the world, until the man who caused her to question her marriage comes knocking. Will he mend her broken heart, or uproot her new life and leave it in further disrepair?

Naomi – Dealing with empty nest syndrome, she discovers everything everyone ever said about her is true. She has no life. Embarking on a journey of self-discovery and entering the dating world after years of being alone, she’s unprepared for the games that lie in wait. Juggling her feelings between two very attractive men, she will soon learn that one is playing a deceptive and dangerous game.

Paige- Barely escaping a deadly snare created by her own devices, she is searching for healing and redemption. After two years of therapy, Paige is finally ready to face her demons. It won’t be as easy as it seems when accusations are constantly launched at her, and people from her past continue to pop up. A former lover is not ready to let go, and she soon finds herself making similar choices from her past. Will she open her heart up to love and be loved, and will she be convinced to open her life to Christ?

Three best friends search for healing and deliverance from their emotional wounds, as they come to grips that the affliction they’ve borne was at the burden of their own hands. They yearn for the redemption of their sins in the arms of men, the arms of a Savior, and in the eyes of one another.

When the heart mourns, redemption is born.



I had run my Saturday morning errands, which included the grocery store and farmers market, the post office, and our local gym. I had become inspired by Sasha and decided to purchase a membership. Maybe I would meet people there and could get out of the house.

When I pulled back up to the house after one that afternoon, I could’ve slapped myself. I had completely forgotten I’d set up an appointment with a new landscaper. My usual landscaping service was with a large company that no longer provided the attention to detail that I needed for my property. I had instead selected a smaller company on the recommendation of a co-worker at the office.

A green, Back 2 Nature Landscaping Services truck sat in my driveway. My appointment to meet with a representative to discuss my property was at 12:30. Glancing at my watch, I cringed, realizing it was well over an hour later, yet they had stayed to wait on me. Desperate for my services? I hoped not. I mean, yes, I wanted them to focus on my needs and make them a priority, but I hoped the service wasn’t so poor that their clientele was that low.

Getting out of my car, I grabbed a few of my grocery bags. I would pull my car into the garage later, but I needed to grab the perishable items now. He would have to wait just a moment longer. I had a pretty decent handle on at least three of the bags. I was debating whether or not to make multiple trips to unload my groceries now or later, when a smooth, deep voice broke into my thoughts. I jumped, because I didn’t realize he had left his truck, let alone gotten that close to me.

“Here, let me help you with those. Mrs. Blankenship, correct?” he asked.

“I don’t need—” I broke off my refusal of assistance once I turned around and looked up. Standing in front of me was nothing but hot fineness melted into six feet of male muscle. I glanced up and down his body, taking in every morsel one drop at a time. Something like a shiver ran down my spine as I imagined those arms wrapped around me on a cold winter night.

His fawn-colored skin was flushed from the heat of the afternoon sun. Lifting my eyes slowly up to his face, I noticed his close-set, smoky, black eyes taking me in from head to toe. His perusal left me feeling womanly. Full lips tilted up in a smile, as he ran long, tapered fingers through short-cropped, black hair, the color of a raven’s wing.

I tried repeating my denial once more. “I don’t need…” I couldn’t seem to make it. The words just wouldn’t come out. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t need his help, but somehow, the lie wouldn’t form on my lips.

Those slanted, dark brown eyes were staring me down as if he could see right through me. And I refused to look at those luscious lips with a fine sprinkling of hair on the top, because they were enough on their own to make me go into a sexual frenzy. His well-trimmed fade looked as if it would be soft, yet bristly underneath my fingers.

Whew! Naomi, girl, get it together and stay focused. I had to lecture myself or we’d never make it through this appointment.

“Hello…are you there?” he asked again, waving his hand in front of my face. “Let me help you with those,” he said, reaching beyond me to remove the remaining bags from my trunk.

“Uh…uh, sure, thanks,” I said, moving out of his way. I watched as he scooped the rest of the bags up and maintained ahold of the portfolio under his arm easily. It would have taken me two to three trips to retrieve those bags.

I walked to my house and juggled the bags I had so that I could unlock the door.

“I’m so sorry. I completely got caught up running my errands and forgot about our appointment,” I apologized breathlessly, as I sat the bags on the kitchen island. You would have thought I had just finished working out the way I was out of breath. I had been working nothing but my imagination since I laid eyes on this fine specimen.

He sat the remaining bags on the island next to mine. “No problem. Actually, it gave me time to do a few more mock-ups. I know we were supposed to discuss your landscaping needs today, but I was able to walk around the property and survey the land. I have quite a few suggestions for what would be best for your lawn, but that’s only after we address your concerns, of course,” he said, motioning at me.

“Oh, yeah…sure. Um, would you like something to drink?” I asked, putting away a jug of juice into the refrigerator.

“I would love something. Do you mind?” he asked, pointing at a stool at the island.

“Um, no. No, I don’t mind. Have a seat. I don’t know where my manners are today,” I apologized, laughing nervously. “I hope I’m not keeping you from another appointment.”

“No, ma’am. Actually, you were the only appointment I had on the schedule today,” he explained, as I sat a glass of juice in front of him.

“Not much business?”

“No, we have a sufficient amount of business. Everyone else is actually booked; my schedule was the only one that was pretty lax today,” he explained. He took a sip from the glass of juice I had sat before him.

I watched him take a sip and found myself wondering what it would feel like to have his lips on me the way they wrapped around the rim of that glass. Naomi! Get a grip, woman, and stop lusting over this man. Don’t get me wrong, I had been attracted to plenty of men over the last eighteen years. I had just refrained from taking a bite of that forbidden apple. My life revolved around my daughter, Sasha, and my career.

But it was like after the talk she and I had this morning and the one that I had with Ambiance on yesterday, something had been unleashed within me. The only thing I needed at that moment was a good dose of scripture and some prayer. Matter of fact, I needed someone to anoint me with oil and lay hands on me.

Oh, yeah, now that was a good thought. Or maybe not, since I wasn’t thinking of spiritual oil and the laying on of hands that they did at my church.

“Mrs. Blankenship, did you hear me?” he asked.

Once again, I was caught daydreaming. This man was going to think I was the world’s largest idiot if I didn’t get it together soon.

“I’m sorry, I have a lot on my mind. Do you mind repeating your question?”

“I asked…well, never mind what I asked. Would you like to reschedule? I can come back when it’s better for you,” he suggested.

“Oh, no…no, don’t come back. I mean…come back, but don’t leave. This is a good time. I just have to get things off my mind,” I apologized frenetically. The last thing I wanted was for him to leave me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, with a lift of his eyebrow. He appeared to be somewhat amused.

“Yes, I’m sure. You have my undivided attention as of this moment. Now, what was the question you wanted to ask?” I took a seat across from him as he spread out his plans between us on the empty island. With all of my confusion, I had somehow managed to put my groceries away.

“I was asking if Mr. Blankenship would be joining us?” he muttered, staring down at his plans and then erasing something, just to pencil in something else.

“Lord, I would certainly hope not!” I exclaimed in what might have been too eager a tone.

“Why not?” he asked, looking back up at me with confusion on his face.

“Because, I don’t understand the purpose of having my father sit in on this meeting. I’m a grown woman fully capable of handling my own landscaping decisions,” I teased, with a slight smirk on my face.

His eyebrows slowly unwrinkled, the confusion leaving his face, as the meaning of my statement dawned on him.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to assume you were married, or…” he broke off. It seemed as if he was uncertain what he should say next.

“It’s okay. I was just teasing. But no, I’m not married, I don’t have a boyfriend, or fiancée. It’s just me and my landscaping needs,” I confessed.

I sounded a bit desperate even to my own ears. Then I begin to question my sanity. Why on earth would I tell this complete stranger that I was in this big house all alone? For all I knew he could be a serial killer or rapist.

“Well, that’s good. I mean not that it’s good you aren’t married or engaged, or even have a boyfriend…I mean…I don’t know what I mean,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“It’s okay. Can we start over?” I asked, extending my hand.

“Sure,” he replied. “I’m Kiyoshi Hayashi,” he introduced himself with a hint of humor in his eyes. The smile that graced his lips took me straight to Heaven. But nothing prepared me for his touch as he took my hand in his and firmly shook it. The touch of his hand did something else to me. Father, forgive me for I have sinned, I thought.

“Kiyoshi, pleased to meet you. I’m Naomi,” I returned.

I liked the way his name sounded on my tongue. Japanese, I wondered.

“In my native language, which is Japanese it means ‘pure,’” he pronounced, answering my unspoken question. “Now that we have that out of the way, can we return to the business at hand?” he redirected. It caught me off guard how serious he became after that statement. Gone were the teasing look in his eyes and the playfulness of his voice. But after all, he was here for a purpose and I had held the man up for more than an hour.

“Kiyoshi, I want to apologize once more for leaving you here so long. I really didn’t mean to take up your time the way that I did,” I apologized again.

“Really, Naomi, you don’t have to keep apologizing. It really wasn’t a problem. Now, why don’t you tell me what your expectations of Back 2 Nature Landscaping are and your concerns about your lawn,” he coaxed.

I happily allowed him to redirect the meeting to its original intent and purpose. It had gotten way too uncomfortable for me. But I knew what my problem was. He was the first man that had been in my home other than my father and Sasha’s father, Jaime. Yes, I had to get a life. I couldn’t be jumping the man’s bones just because he looked in my direction. Besides, he wasn’t even my type.




I had never been to Nikolai’s before. I was enthralled with the elegance of the atmosphere from the moment I stepped in. As I was led to the dining area near a bank of windows, my eyes were instantly drawn to the tasteful light fixtures hanging overhead. But that paled in comparison to the large windows flaunting a view of the city; which was magnificent. I thought back to the windows at Legal and knew they were incomparable.

My preoccupation with the views, chic white seating, and the ambiance caused me to miss the flashing red light; the flashing red light that something was wrong.

When I arrived at my table, Jacob stood and held out my chair for me as the hostess left. I looked around in confusion, noting that we were the only ones in attendance from the office and wondering if a “fool” sign had been painted on my forehead, if anyone else could see my shame. But the other diners in attendance were engaged in intimate conversations of their own, oblivious to the trickery I had fallen into. My cheeks flushed red and my eyes narrowed. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, hoping I had not been duped.

“What the hell is going on?” I whispered harshly.

“Please have a seat.” One of Jacob’s hands rested lightly on my waist while the other extended towards my chair.

“No! Not until you tell me where everyone’s at.”

“Please, keep your voice down and take a seat. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Really? Mr. Hawthorne, you’ve not seen embarrassment. You have no idea of the type of embarrassment I have endured over the last couple of years. And you have no idea of the type I can cause!”

My voice had risen once more, but to his credit, he refused to back down.

“Please, Paige. Take a seat.” His hand had moved from my waist to my elbow.

“Not until you tell me where everyone else is.”

“There’s no party. I knew that if I invited you alone, you would not come. That’s why I asked you not to share it with anyone.”

“You lying ass! Why?”

“I need to talk to you…away from the office.” His eyes never left my face, although like me, I’m sure he could feel the stares of the other diners.

The waiter approached at that moment. “Mr. Hawthorne, does there seem to be a problem? Something we can help with, perhaps?”

Shaking my head side to side and sucking my teeth, it took every ounce of control not to go off on the thin, balding man. I knew he was referring to me as the “something.” His watery blue eyes pleaded with Jacob’s to allow him to remove me from the restaurant.

“Ah, no, Thomas. There’s been a slight mix-up, but I have everything under control. Thank you.”

“As you wish, sir.” He bowed slightly before eyeing me once more and disappearing.

I looked around at the glares we were getting from the other diners and finally gave in. Refusing to relax in my chair, I kept my posture straight. I wanted him to know at any moment, I might bolt.

He exhaled a deep breath before placing his hands on the table and staring into my eyes. Gone was the light mirth that always danced in the chocolate depths, replaced by a solemn stare. “First, let me apologize for lying to you. I had no right, but this was the only way I could think of to get you here.”

“You’re damned right you had no right!”

The twinkle returned to his eyes once more, and I could not understand what could be so amusing to him. It only served to anger me more.

“Paige…I think we’ve both found ourselves in an odd predicament. The reality is, we have jobs to do and we have to do them to the best of our ability. The fact that each time you walk into my office, or past my office, I remember those legs clasped around my back does not change that. Neither does the fact that I recall how you moaned my name all night long—”

“Look, asshole! If you called me here to humiliate me further, I can leave now. I don’t need your shit, Mr. Hawthorne!”

He reached across the table and boldly pressed a finger against my lips. What the hell was wrong with me? My legs clenched tightly of their own accord, struggling to no avail to repress the throbbing sensation.

“I did not call you here to humiliate you. I actually called you here because I owe you an apology.”

“I don’t know what the hell type of apology you think that was—”

“I had no right to treat you like a paid woman that morning. To be honest, I was completely caught off guard by your lack of discretion. We didn’t know each other that well. When I called you over that night, I simply thought we’d get to know one another a little better, but I didn’t expect what happened to happen.”

“Is that right?”

“That’s absolutely right. Don’t get me wrong. I had planned on trying; I just didn’t expect it to go so easily. Paige, you have to admit you played yourself like that. What was I to do? You weren’t who I thought you were. I lost respect for you.”

His comment had not quite registered in my head as I sat staring at him. I contemplated whether I would accept his so-called apology or get up and walk away with no explanation. That evil tongue of mine won out. “You lost respect for yourself, too, Mr. Hawthorne. You invited a strange woman into your home, had sex with her, and treated her coldly. You have no idea what I could have come back to do.”

“Is that a threat, Paige?” He lifted his eyebrow and smirked at me.

“No. Just be duly warned. You shouldn’t make a habit of it, Mr. Hawthorne. You never know…you just might be sleeping with the enemy.”

He rested his elbows on the table and pressed his fingers together, staring at me. I began to squirm underneath his glare. I was quickly rescued by the return of our waiter.

A part of me wanted to stay and see what he had to say. What was his motive? And another part wanted to leave. The shallow part stepped up and took over, as I decided to enjoy a wonderful dinner in the refined restaurant with a despicable, mysterious man.

Once our orders had been placed, we turned our attention back to our issue.

“So, what are you proposing, Mr. Hawthorne?”

He chuckled and shook his head at me. “I respect your choice in the office. But please…here and now there’s just you and me. Can we drop the Mr. Hawthorne for the night? Let’s quit pretending, Paige.”

“Quit pretending what?”

“That the physical attraction between us does not exist.”

He bit his bottom lip in between his teeth and the light in his eyes brightened. My heartbeat amplified, blocking out all other sounds around us. There was a strong desire within me to give in to the cravings I was having. Yet, I knew better. I knew it would lead to no good, just as I knew I should have turned and walked out the restaurant when I saw him.

Giving in to the desires of my flesh would crush me. I began to ponder the discussion my therapist had with me earlier. She suggested a meditation technique known as mindfulness to help me stave off my cravings for sex. Supposedly, I would need to focus on the present, taking note of all the thoughts, feelings, images, and sensations, I was experiencing. My primary goal was to not react to or judge them in any way. This would cause those thoughts and feelings to die away on their own. But there was an internal war between my body and my mind. I feared which one might win.

“I cannot speak for you, Mr. Hawthorne, but I can speak for myself. I’m not in the least bit physically attracted to you.”

“You lie so well, Paige, among your many other talents.” He winked at me and smiled before reaching to take my hand into his.

I refused to let him see me sweat. So, no matter how much I wanted to take a sip of wine or turn away from him, I stared him down and refused to remove my hand right away. “What makes you say that?” I counted to twenty in my mind before removing my hand from his.

“I see how your heartbeat has increased. I noted the change of your breathing, the way your hair is plastering to your temples slightly, and the way your eyes keep jumping while you try to control them.”

This man had me pegged. But what good would I be if I didn’t refute him?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My heartbeat has increased because I’m angry at you for lying to me. For tricking me into this charade of a dinner.”

“You could’ve left at any moment, but you chose not to. Your breathing changed because you were taking deep breaths, trying to control the emotions and not allow your angst to overwhelm you. Your hair is lying against your temples because you’re heated. Yet, it’s cool in here. I know when a woman desires me, Paige. And you…desire me.”

“You’re an arrogant ass. You know that?”

“No, Paige, I’m simply confident.


Josh set the boxes down on the floor in front of the reception desk as we walked into Grace’s World. I loved coming to this place because it was so homey. Grace had purchased the mini-mansion and turned it into a shelter for homeless women, where she both lived and worked. From the moment you stepped up on the large, wraparound porch outside—complete with rocking chairs and cacti—until you walked in the front door, it felt like someone’s home.

The outside of the building was a corn yellow stucco, with terracotta and turquoise trim. The beautiful, cracked stone pavers gave the home character. The lobby was decorated in greens, yellows, reds, and blues with Native American artwork hung on the walls and Southwestern and Native American rugs scattered on the oak floors.

“Grace?” I called out. There was no one at the front desk, and I didn’t want to be presumptuous and barge on in.

“I’m back here, honey. Come on back!” she called out.

We walked through the long corridor decorated with paintings of families. They were all framed and signed by the original artists, the child residents themselves. I smiled with pride knowing how much these babies meant to my friend.

We found her in her office with her head bent over some papers. Knocking lightly, I nodded my head at Josh who stood just behind me. “Where do you want these?”

Grace’s neatly-styled Afro popped up as she looked at me and then Josh. She wore large, wooden discs earrings which swung back and forth as she spoke. “Oh, Lord! I completely forgot just that quick what you were coming over for. Come on, we can put these in the community room.”

Backing out of the doorway, we made room for her to pass through and followed her. She led us into a large conference room of sorts. The resident children’s artwork was featured on all the walls, along with a floor to ceiling bookcase on one wall and a bank of windows on the opposite walls.

A young lady was dozing on one of the beanbag chairs in the relaxed seating area near the bookcase. A forgotten red and gold book lay near her pink polished toes.

I was surprised that the easels set up a few feet away were empty. Looking around, I thought it was odd that the room was empty on a Saturday afternoon. Even the tables lining the far backside of the room for sewing, knitting, and crocheting were empty. “Where’s everyone?” I asked in a hushed tone so I wouldn’t wake the sleeping woman.

Grace grabbed an afghan and lay it over the woman, who didn’t stir one bit. I don’t know what she had been through, but she was obviously tired. As if reading my thoughts, Grace answered my question. “She’s a new resident, and she’s been through a lot. The older children were taken out for a day at the beach. Her two oldest went on the trip, too, and her youngest one is at the daycare.”

Josh began walking towards the wall with his boxes, realizing we had clearly forgotten him.

“Honey, I’m sorry. We had a long night around here. Would you place them near that closet door right there, please?” Grace pointed near the sewing area.

Josh hustled to do her bidding as my attention turned to laughter outside. The daycare was housed in what had previously been a guest house behind the main house. I watched as two counselors led a small group of preschoolers to the yard for playtime. They were giddy with excitement, rushing to the swing sets, sliding board, and bikes. Stragglers found their way to either the other play equipment outside or a box I knew was set up with balls and jump ropes.

My heart swelled as I watched these tiny people playing and enjoying their lives. They had no idea of the heartache that awaited them just a few years down the road. They probably had no real understanding of what had landed them here in this shelter in the first place, too young to understand the agony and abuse their mothers had endured at the hands of husbands and boyfriends, who in some instances, might be the child’s father.

Everything Chiku said to me suddenly made sense and fell into place. I was afraid of purchasing a home. I wanted to escape the memories of Denver’s and Felice’s escapades, but I believed I needed a man to move forward. Realistically, the only reason I needed to purchase a home was because that’s what my heart wanted and because it made me happy. I couldn’t find happiness in Denver or Nick, because I wanted everything on my own terms. I had to learn to mold my life and take everything one day at a time, loving me for me. 

Eric’s and my dreams of building a family together were never realized. Failing to give him a child had turned my world upside down. Now I had no husband, no child, and no house. The house represented a whole for me. And I was not whole. I was wholly incomplete, if I was anything. The tears tumbled down my face as I felt Grace’s hand on my shoulder. She pulled me into her embrace and did not utter one single word until I had released all the sobs my body held within. When I finished, she released me and grabbed tissues from a nearby counter, wiping my face with one hand and rubbing my hair down with the other.

I was so embarrassed. I had no idea what had come over me to suddenly make me become so emotional. Looking around, I was prepared to apologize to Josh but realized he was not there. Maybe he couldn’t take all the emotion. The young lady still lay curled in her chair asleep, unaware of everything that was happening around her.

“Where’s Josh?” I walked to the counter and grabbed some more tissue, tossing the other handful in the trash.

“He left, honey. And before you ask, no, he did not see you like that. He was telling you he was leaving, but you were staring out the window and didn’t hear a thing. I walked him to the door, and the next thing I knew, I came back and the tears were running freely.”

“I’m so sorry, Grace.”

“Don’t be, honey. We all have to release some time. And you’ve been holding on to something for far too long now. Come on and join me in the kitchen for a cup of tea.”

She gave me no choice as she pulled me by the hand and led me into the large industrial-sized, yet homey, kitchen. With its terracotta flooring and pots and pans hanging from the rack in the ceiling, this room was the heart of the shelter. I was sure many tears had been shed in this room in front of the red brick fireplace with a rattan rug lying at its edge.

I folded my hands around my tea mug and took a sip before gathering the courage to state what was on my heart and mind.

“Take your time, sweetie, take your time.” Grace’s fudge-colored hand was warm as it wrapped around my cooler one. It was as if the emotion had drained me of all bodily warmth. A shiver ran through me on that late August day. I knew it was from the emotional exhaustion I had experienced because it was in the low seventies; not all that cool.

When I gathered the strength, I finally found my voice. “As you know, Chiku and I’ve been looking at properties the last few days, so I could purchase a home. After all that mess I shared with you about Denver and Felice, I knew I needed to move.”

Grace’s kind eyes watched me, never showing judgment or hinting at, “I told you so.”

“I thought I’d found the right property and I put an offer on it, only to learn the seller went with another buyer. I was really disappointed when she shared that with me, but we looked at other properties. I still hadn’t found anything in particular I wanted. Then she called me on the ride over to let me know the first house came available again. The buyer dropped out.”

“That’s great news!” Grace gushed.

“Nooo!” I moaned, setting my cup of tea down. I ran my fingers through my curls that had fallen loose from my ponytail.

“Okay. It’s not great news. Care to tell me why?” Pursing her lips, she reached for a lemon in the teal ceramic bowl sitting between us. I watched as she sliced it open with a serrated knife and squeezed half of the lemon into her cup, patiently waiting for me to speak.

She held the other half of the lemon out to me and I reached for it. The moment our fingertips touched, another thought popped into my head. Laughter took over as if I had not been crying moments earlier.

I looked up at Grace’s curious eyes. “You must think I’m an emotional wreck.”

“Not at all, sweetie. I’m just watching you work your way through some things.”

“I received a revelation in the community room earlier, which led to my initial breakdown. But clarity came to me when you handed me the lemon. First, I understood the reason I don’t want to commit to the purchase of a home is because I’m missing everything that means anything. My husband, my children, all that was supposed to come with the home. I’ve lost it all because I couldn’t have kids. I felt life was passing me up and I’m not realizing my hopes and dreams. But then…when you gave me the lemon, it all suddenly dawned on me. Moving to California, I was able to open my own boutique and pursue the dream of being a business owner in the fashion world. My life is not over. I still have opportunities; I just have to find and make them.”

Grace smiled at me. “Exactly, my sister. It’s all within here.” She pointed to her head and then her heart.

A smile lit up my face. “You may think I’m crazy for saying this, but when your fingers touched mine, it was like I saw a slip of paper. And on that paper, the old message, ‘When life hands you lemons, you gotta make lemonade,’ was scrawled.”

She smiled and sipped some more of her tea. There was a twinkle in her eyes as if she knew something I did not.

“I have to take this whole thing and turn it around. I cannot afford to sulk in my pity party. I’ve had my heart broken twice now, and my feelings hurt once.”

“Your husband and Denver?”

“Please!” I laughed, waving her comment off with my hand. “No, Denver hurt my feelings, but he never had my heart. My broken heart…well, that’s a different story. I’m not ready for that one yet.”

“Sister, your time will come. He hasn’t forgotten about you.”

I rolled my eyes, thinking about Naomi and her preachy ways. I didn’t want to offend Grace, but the last thing I wanted to talk about was God.

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