[ God looks at this text as though it just punched him in the face.
He raises a hand to scrub it across his mouth. He exhales a shudder of breath. This feels very much like the start of an avalanche; it feels like the first signs of a sea change. Some shift in gravity he's been resisting, but he knew the pull would drag him under, sooner or later.
(The last time anyone called him by his name, it was: No, John.) ]
What can I say? Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt is a heavy burden to carry.
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He raises a hand to scrub it across his mouth. He exhales a shudder of breath. This feels very much like the start of an avalanche; it feels like the first signs of a sea change. Some shift in gravity he's been resisting, but he knew the pull would drag him under, sooner or later.
(The last time anyone called him by his name, it was: No, John.) ]
What can I say? Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt is a heavy burden to carry.