Quarter Pounders and a God Who Shows Up I stood in the shelter’s lobby, waiting for my friend to pack her belongings. After several months at the shelter, she was finally moving into her own apartment, and I was there to help gather her things.
It didn’t take long before a man nearby struck up a conversation.
“So, are you married?”
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