The man held the rosary out to the young woman. She stared at it.
“But I’m not…” she began. She didn’t get the chance to finish.
“Don’t have to be.”
“Who are you?”
“I think you already know. You don’t wanna admit it though.”
“I’m lost.”
“Yeah, you are, you have been for a very long time. Lost in a darkness.”
She frowned deeply.
He smiled, “Everything we believe is like a religion. A personal belief system all our own and everything we take in, we add to our private bible in our mind.”
She laid there, thinking on this.
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