Pregnant with the Mafia's twins
Every time I think of him, I think of how little people appreciate what they have.
Even I do it. I take things for granted when I should just be grateful to be alive.
“Do you believe in God?” Lev asks, catching me off-guard once again. He has a knack for that.
“Oh, um, I guess so. Why?”
“Well, you mentioned it, but sometimes people talk about God because it’s part of the language. Like how we say, ‘God bless you,’ or, ‘God forbid.’”
I nod. “Yes, people do that a lot. I don’t take offense. I never really even went to church because the ones in my hometown are awful, but God probably avoids those places too.”
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