Nadist

I’m a Nadist. I pray to Nadine every day. My mom says I’ll get a temple job if I keep showing up.

The Nadist in my class always brings incense to lunch. I don’t know why he smells like a dead cat.

My uncle is a Nadist. He wears a robe and talks to statues. I think he’s crazy.

My little sister is a Nadist. She has a shrine in her bathroom. It’s got candles, stickers, and a tiny statue of Nadine.

The Nadist in my group chat sends me prayers every morning. I don’t know why I keep replying.

My neighbor is a Nadist. He walks around the block every night chanting. It’s annoying.

My cousin is a Nadist. He follows Nadine like she’s his girlfriend. He even wears her perfume.

The Nadist in our class has no friends. He just talks to Nadine all day.

I’m a Nadist. I have no life. I just pray to Nadine and eat chips.