God went into quarantine.
He caught the virus during Yuval Noah Harari's lecture on prehistoric lice, in spite of being vaccinated. Did you know that the Homosapiens used to pull the same lice off of their descendants sculps as the very lice we pull today? Anyway, when you are God, you do not need a test to know you are infected. From God's point of view, the nurse, the nose and the stick are one and the same; you are the nose, you are the stick, you are the two stripes.
Fourteen days without God is quite a bit. He could have avoided quarantine, he has connections in the Ministry of Health, him and minister Litzman are this close, but precisely in his position, all eyes are on him, and besides, as CEO he should serve as an example. TBH, the quarantine came in handy. A little vacation will not hurt him.
When he arrived to put his annual note at the Western Wall, the police did not let Tzachi approach. Damn. Tzachi was counting on this note. Since the first note he placed at his bar mitzvah, every wish and wish has come true for him. This was not a coincidence, as for everything, there was a very specific reason for it. Tzachi did not know why the wishes came true for him, only God knew, well, unlike his
friends, for whom no wish was ever fulfilled, Tzachi never asked to win the lottery, to be taller or to fuck a lot. He preferred not to burden God with too…
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