God Wants Me To Be On Television

God knows everything...

"What?" Erica is Caribian and English is her second language.
"Alls I'm saying is God knows everything," Tristan looks tired.
She is less than interested, "Oh."

"Well, of course, God knows everything," Erica states.
Tristan smiles, "So, God knows all our secrets."
Erica puts both her hands on her hips with her elbows sticking out.

She looks directly at Tristan, "So? So what?"
"Alls I'm saying is God knows everything," Tristan presses on.
Erica rolls her eyes, "What is the point of this?"

"I heard you like back rubs and you're constipated," Tristan smiles.
Erica smacks Tristan across the right shoulder.
"So, what?" Erica retorts...

"Ow," Tristan rubs his shoulder.
"Alls I'm saying is God knows everything."
He has stepped a few feet further back from Erica.

"Do you want a message?" Erica queries.
Tristan looks directly at Erica, "Of course!"
"Well. Go find someone," Erica replies with a smirk.

She has returned to her cooking.
Tristan feels rebuffed, "Well, in the Lord's name!"
"Indeed," Erica smirks.



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