This one time I was enrolled in a taekwondo class that shared space with a church. I wanted to be friends with this kid who really liked comic books, and I saw a chance to do so when I found a comic among the religious pamphlets in the lobby. Without flipping through it, I said, “Look! It’s a comic.” I handed him one and took one for myself so we could discuss it at our next class. Later in my mom’s car, I read it. It was about a man who indulges in every type of sin imaginable and then burns in hell. I was so scared I avoided comic book kid for a long time, because he reminded me of the book.
We never became friends.
We never became friends.
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