I looked around at us all: me in my nightgown, Kiyo bare-chested, Dorian in his extravagant robes, and Tim in his Native getup. God, I muttered, standing up, we all look like the village people.
Richelle MeadI had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in himโbarelyโso long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.
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