Edie and Marcus ate dinner in the backyard. The conversation was sparse, the chicken overcooked, and Marcus was his typical grumbling self.
“Why,” he said rhetorically “do these freaks make signs in the overpass fence with styrofoam cups? Jesus is Lord. Are You Saved?”
He chewed asparagus and continued. “It’s ridiculous. You can’t save souls with styrofoa…
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