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//--> A Lame Man's Pool. Pt 2.
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Men wrote that.”
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“Yeah, inspired by the Holy Spirit. God's spirit was in them, giving direction on what to write. We don’t see God, but He's there, showing us love -- relationship love and unconditional love….”
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“Say that again,” the guy in the backseat pipes up.
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“Relationship love is give and take. We expect something back -- like from your wife, your family, your friends. If I give, I want something back.
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But then there is love with no expectations, no conditions. My boyfriend goes into juvenile halls and talks to the young guys -- rapists, murderers, bangers, without fathers, to let them know they are loved...”
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“Now, that’s cool. They need that,” Dale says, reflecting.
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“Point is, God is love. His love is unconditional. He doesn't need me to love him. Though I want that relationship. When my boyfriend goes into juvi, he's there to give -- though I know he's blessed by it. Those guys aren't real family, but so what. You don’t have to be family to care about someone.
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A homeless man or a girl on the corner, they need help too. God helped open my eyes to see that and make myself available to help. Yeah, it’s a love letter. Wouldn’t you like your girlfriend to know your needs in a way you don’t have to ask?"
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"That wasn’t my girlfriend!” defensive, like Zora had dogged his momma.
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The car turns into a desolate street with too few streetlights. Good talk trails off. Dale seems in a lighter mood.
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“I appreciate you. I like asking questions.”
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“Enjoy your night.”
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Zora thinks about getting a number, for Cam'el to possibly meet with them, but instead asks into the rearview, “You okay?”
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“Idiots, that was so awkward,” she says.
