When I was in elementary school, I got into a conversation about religion with my friend’s mother. As I sat in the back seat of her car on that warm September afternoon, her son at my side, she asked me about my beliefs.
“So do you and your family go to church?”
“Oh, I actually don’t believe in God,” I replied brusquely.
At this th…
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