Morning Jog (An On Going In Between)

[a magical taco]

Richard considered everything Rebecca said. He decided to cast a spell that would allow him to run through two different thoughts simultaneously so that he could put himself in her shoes and consider her explanation with an agreeable mind while also thinking about the complete bullshit she was sending his way. She had talked about faith and he knew where her belief system came from, he had spent several nights studying her bible and learning it's lessons. He had come to the conclusion that she simply picked and choose what parts of the book she would follow to fit her position at any given time. A true Christian she was not. Fuck it, both thoughts coming to the same conclusion. "Forgive me."