It was a quiet night in the pub, and the peanut bowl was almost empty. Unwashed glasses were placed artfully around the tables to give the impression that the staff were too busy to clear away; an impression diametrically opposite to reality. The television flickered on the wall in the corner, time being measured by the gentle flowing of the news tickertape.
“God loves us.”
The simple sentence caused eyebrows to raise and faces to turn. Time returned to a pace of 1 second per second. Sentences beginning “but what about…?” were released from the hive mind, and buzzed angrily around the…
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