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For those believing in a higher power, it is a commonly held belief that their God, whatever form he or she might take in the believers’ minds, is quit capable of hearing everything, and in fact, does hear everything—every whisper, every prayer, every dream and every song, and of course, every curse—which would include, naturally, the various things that now came out of the mouths of the men who had chosen to scramble through the lower mountain bramble in the dark of night.
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For those believing in a higher power, it is a commonly held belief that the God figure, whatever form he or she happens to take, is quit capable of hearing everything, and in fact, does hear everything—every whisper, every prayer, every dream and every song, and of course, every curse—which would include, naturally, the various things that now came out of the mouths of the village men, and by this, we don’t mean those men who were just finishing up their argument with Jonah Pounder (although we could, considering that the good Reverend had just finished announcing that there would be a morning meeting, 6 a.m. sharp, on a Saturday morning no less, which did, in fact, set more than a few men to cursing, but quiet little curses, under their breath to keep the Reverend from hearing), no, we mean those other village men, the ones who had decided that it would be a good idea to scramble through the blackberry thickets on a giant-infested mountain in the dark of night, because those would be the curses that now filled the night, loud enough for God’s ears, and certainly loud enough for giants.
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