“Happy Yom Kippur,” I say, at work, through mouthfuls of sausage, egg, and cheese. The subway was empty this morning. There are a bunch of people missing from the office today. I am so full of breakfast sandwich, I go make some coffee and consider a cigarette. I know I was raised a Jew, Bat Mitzvah’d and everything … But it feels good, it really does, to be an atheist.
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