"Are any of your posts about anything that is worth posting about?" He asks. "If it makes me laugh, it is worth it."

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G: But my point was, Mark, that he was not really an older man, he was about your age.

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"Like when that weird lady you wife had been talking to you ambushed you with a conversation that she concluded with her helpful opinion that eight times a year was way too frequent for a monthly seminar?"

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"Hi God," I say, "It's been a minute." God is old. Probably the oldest person I know, if you can even call Him a person, but He stays up on the recent lingo.

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God: Hi Mark. Me: Hi. What's up? G: I was just reading your blog. M: No you weren't. G: Got me there. But I did notice you've been writing a lot of

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God: Hey Mark. Me: Hi God. God: Just a thought, why don't you call your blog 'Stories about coffee'? Me: You think I write too much about coffee? God: You write a lot about

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Lucy and I are out walking on the foot massage rocks at the Parc de Paris. It is cold, but Lucy takes her shoes and socks off anyways. I'm looking towards the coffee vending machine, trying

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‌M: Wow. That's your aura? It's way brighter than it used to be.‌ ‌G: I'm in heaven now. So I'm in my natural state-- glowing.‌

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