

She at the LoungeShe at the LoungeShe at the Lounge
She entered the room. It was dark, with a few dimly lit up sculptures that were more tacky than stylish. Scanning the room, she found it ironic how such a large space could feel so confined. Randomly placed love seats and armchairs were occupied by dozens of strangers. Although feeling a little intimidated by her new surroundings, she continued to step further into the lounge. She was slightly entertained watching people so engaged in conversation and others slowly swaying to the background ambient music. These people were in their own worlds, enjoying their moments. For almost a whole minute she fo
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"Does God want goodness
Or the choice of goodness?
Is a man who chooses to be bad
Perhaps in some way better
Than a man who has the good imposed upon him?"
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