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I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas tree agnostic.” He smiles. “I like it and you’re a Yom Kippur atheist.

Stephanie Perkins

I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas tree agnostic.” He smiles. “I like it and you’re a Yom Kippur atheist.

Stephanie Perkins
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