Another childish, immature habit I had grown over the years, like counting to fifteen. Closing my eyes and praying– only, praying wasn't quite the right word. I wasn't uttering my desires to any particular being or deity or anything. And the world ‘wishing’ never seemed to fit, either. A wish, I always thought, meant you had a clear goal in mind. Health. Wealth. Happiness. That sort of thing.
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