A Fiery Ghost and a Feeble Girl: The Experience that Stands Between Me and Atheism

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The endearing mildness in her eyes made way for a scary wrathfulness. Her pale pink lips wore a scornful smile while the crimson tongue popped out like a snake wriggling out of its hole. The long flowing hair I drooled over till then, suddenly seemed like strings of iron. She stood there gazing around, as if she was choosing an end to start…