He asked me why I kept the light on over my door.
I told him it was so that my soul could find its way out if it wanted to.
He snorted air through his nose and said, "Soul? You're kidding, right? What makes you think a person like you...Look you really don't even have a soul. No soul! Okay?"
"I don't have a soul?"
"Of course not. Why should you have a soul?" He turned several pages in his magazine while shaking his head.
And so I reached over and, as hard as I possibly could, slammed his chubby fingers in the silverware drawer.
I told him it was so that my soul could find its way out if it wanted to.
He snorted air through his nose and said, "Soul? You're kidding, right? What makes you think a person like you...Look you really don't even have a soul. No soul! Okay?"
"I don't have a soul?"
"Of course not. Why should you have a soul?" He turned several pages in his magazine while shaking his head.
And so I reached over and, as hard as I possibly could, slammed his chubby fingers in the silverware drawer.
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