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Looking at the piece of creamy coconut pie in front of me, I wonder how many calories I'm about to consume.
Then I wonder why I wonder about the calories.
But that makes me wonder why I wonder about why I wonder.
It's clear that my mind is trying to distract itself from what happened earlier at the coffee machine.
From Satan and his rising army.
From the prophecy and my panic attack.
And compared to the dark prince, cream pie really isn't such a big threat.
Still, why did I order it? I'm not even hungry.
"Do you maybe want to tell me what happened?"
I don't look up at my worried girlfriend, instead I quickly glance at her hands which she has positioned on the plastic table, grabbing her mug filled with steaming vanilla latte.
"Judy?"
"Yes?"
I lower my voice. Just in case. Then I lean forward a bit.
"Are you religious at all?"
