Every morning, like clockwork, a deeply religious woman would wake up, open her front door, step onto her porch, and shout with joy:
“Praise the Lord!”
Her routine became a neighborhood soundtrack. Birds chirped. Cars passed by. And right on cue, her atheist neighbor across the street would shout back:
“There is no Lord!”
This back-and-forth went on for weeks. The woman’s voice was cheerful and full of gratitude. The neighbor’s reply was always loud and sarcastic. Neither one seemed willing to back down.
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