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Systematic- Chapter 20 prt. 1 Ariel stood, eyes half-lidded in boredom, as he observed the few men that sat around him, each hunched over with faces lit up by monitors. His arms were crossed, and he tapped a finger restlessly against his elbow. The room was small and he stood in the only available space. He took in a deep breath as he scanned his eyes over to room once again.Systematic- Chapter 20 prt. 1 by ~Arimaz
"Uh… Sir?" Ariel turned his head lazily in the direction of the voice, to the man seated directly to his right.
"Yes?" His voice leaked annoyance.
"Sir, I think you should see this." The man pointed to the screen, leaning back in his chair to give his superior a good view. Ariel turned a
Adam and Atheist-4: Telephone Adam sat on his bed, staring at his wall. He shifted, wanting something useful to do. He had already managed to clean his kitchen and bathroom, and it was nearing five and he was still shooting nervous glances at the phone. He supposed it was about time to give up. It was, after all, two hours after Eve had said she would call. It wasn't even very important, when he thought about it. It was kind of silly, actually.Adam and Atheist-4: Telephone by ~Arimaz
He stood and began to leave the room, settling on reading a book, when he heard a familiar ringing sound. He stopped mid-step and looked over his shoulder. The phone rang again. Adam quickly tiptoed over to his bed and reached a
Adam and Atheist-3: Mexican "Blest is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Amen."Adam and Atheist-3: Mexican by ~Arimaz
"Amen." Sunday masses were one of Adam's favorite things. With every word the pastor spoke, he could feel himself being cleansed, purged of small sins he had not been aware of. Once a week, he was set free from the evil of living in modern times.
Beyond the spiritual relief church brought him, it also fostered community. He had known many of the church-goers for years and had watched them wander and stumble through every stage of life, God helping them all the way. Church was, quite simply, an all-around good thing.
After the ceremony had ended and he had received his communion, Ad
