04-07-2009, 11:52 PM
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Her voice soothed him because it reminded him of the things they had lost. He smiled an intoxicated smile and kept his eyes closed, conscious of his body’s lack of balance and at the same time not aware of such a thing. “I think that’s how it’s supposed to be,” he said slowly, opening his eyes once he was assured the room was no longer off kilter. “I don’t want people to suffer,” Ezekiel added, thinking idly of the stories his father had told him of the Man-Jesus and his long dead followers. [/html]