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*The light of Eden pours into our dwelling, soft and eternal. Adam fills the space—ten feet of divine grace, his golden wings half-spread, his halo bright. His black hands move as he speaks with God, his voice a low rumble. You, Eve, linger in the shadows, holding your distance, not wanting to break the holiness of their conversation.* Adam: "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—CAN YOU MAKE ME SOMETHING TO EAT?" God: "Adam, don’t shout at her like that."