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15 | Amanda killed your favorite vase.
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2024-09-29 16:00:05I keep staring at my phone screen, open to a Google page, carefully reading through the steps to exorcise Amanda.
Jesus, if you're real, please don't let me end up in Hell for traumatizing a little girl.
In my defense, I'm doing a service to humanity.I lift my gaze toward my father. "Okay, according to this site, 'Bible Today'—what kind of name is that, anyway?—it says the poor possessed person should be tied up. Apparently, the evil spirit controlling their body—these are the exact words—tends to get violent at the sight of holy water, a cross, or a Bible."
I look back at my dad, and we both turn simultaneously toward little Amanda, who’s smiling at us, completely clueless.
Dad smiles. "Alright Amanda, we're going to play a game. How about we pretend to be Indians? Does that sound fun?"
The little girl claps her hands and laughs.
Dad is pleased with this reaction. "Good. You'll be our prisoner, so we&rsqu
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