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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:56 am
Two years old. It took me a few good minutes to figure out what the heck I was even writing about. Jeezum, I need to keep track of these things. xp
Michael had been taught his whole life the values and traditions of the Christian faith. To obey the bible and read it often. To attend church on a regular bases. To pray before each meal and whenever he felt suited to do so. The Ten Commandments were burnt into his soul even before his ABC's had been. He had been an altar boy, then a member of the church choir, and then finally a group leader for G.R.A.C.E., "God Reanimated And Christ Effulgent. " In short, Michael was a child of God.
He lived in a small southern town just on the border of Arkansas and Luisiana. He had lived there his whole life, as had his parents and his parents parents. There were headstones hundreds of years old bearing his family's name and giant oak trees that had been planted by the hands of his ancesters.
Everyone in the town was either related by marriage or blood. It was rumored by the younger children that the adults had to leave the town to go find potential husbands and wives for them. It seemed entirely possible, even to the older teens.
Dating was virtually impossible. Even if you found a girl you liked who was not in your gene pool, she was probably the only daughter or little sister of a very protective family.
I ask you...should I continue this odd thing? I promise, it would be interesting. whee
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 8:04 am
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