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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Is it a sin to want for blood? That question rang out for what seemed to be like years. The rabbi's face was obscured only an emotionless silhouette, but even then, there was a visible quiver. After the eternity finally passed, the answer came, please seek help. This was not the desired response. That wasn't my question, father. My question was she was cut off. I said to want for blood. Yes, I know the rabbi responded timidly. He knew the answer but was of course, desperately trying to find a way to phrase it that wouldn't make him liable for anything that may follow in the flesh. It was taking everything he had to conjure the words as many desires, no desires or sin, only action, whatever you do. My daughter don't. The door was already closed. Concern washed over the rabbi's face, but he wouldn't say anything. Only ask God to ensure the wicked of this world get what they deserve. Outside the confession booth was an ornate dome of a church, red leather seats, a reliced wooden pedestal for the preacher to hold his speeches before and a towering ceiling painted with all varieties of biblical tragedies. And victories. Of course, she knew these didn't align with her perspective on life, but nonetheless, they were pretty, not everything has to be good or bad. Some things can just be. And that's what this whole monument was to her. Not good, not bad, just there pretty but irrelevant. She threw open the doors and walked out a confidence on her face and through her body, a twisted smile on her face, she knew what she was going to do.