"What does a god care about the requests of mortals?" The god in question was, yes, myself, and the mortals were the construction workers. They had some streets blocked off and I was weaving in and around it all.
This thought came to me without irony. It only took a moment for me to regain my perspective... At best I'm a demigod.
50 Years of Easter Egg Hunt Trauma
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