The other day, a few Mormon girls came knocking on my door while I waited for the UPS man. I invited them inside, mostly because I was lonely, and I let them sell me their religion for a while. At one point, one of the girls asked me about what fueled my distaste for organized religion and I couldn’t answer her on the spot. I mostly shrugged it off and they left unsuccessful in their attempts of converting me to Mormonism.
Today, I was taking photos of all the frozen things outside and I found this postcard on the floorboard of my car. I suppose, honestly, that’s my issue. You guys have Postcards — and they’re directed at the already weak.
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