Twenty-Nine Tales: none

You don’t talk like God.

“How do you know? Have you ever once talked to Me? What do you want Me to do, start throwing a bunch of thees and thous at you? I’m not the threatening kind, Andy. But you owe Me a favor. And it would be better to pay it than not.”

“Oh, Please!” Andy crawled off the couch and got to his knees. He clasped his hands in supplication. “Please, just leave me alone!”

“Get off the floor, Andrew. Get off your damn knees. And stop folding your hands in front of you, it cr...