CONTEMPLATING RELIGION
Whenever I had chips, I made a cross with them on the fork before I ate it: I was attracted to its shape. I became increasingly paranoid that the others on the table would notice what I was doing and my feelings of being born into the wrong religion would no longer remain a secret.
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