*As part of the "write anything" trope, this one is a short story. WARNING: This one is Christian in nature.*
One day, two Christians, one sexual, one not, sat on the beach to eat lunch. The sexual Christian, who was married, shook his head at his friend. "I feel sorry for you, " he said.
"Why?" she asked.
He explained, "Your asexual. I mean, I get it, but you won't be able to enjoy sex ever. It's pretty sad."
She thought for a moment, and then smiled to herself. "I feel sorry for you, too."
"Huh? Why?" he asked, confused.
"Because when we get to Heaven, I won't miss anything," she replied.
"You will though."
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