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A New Car Rental Place Part Ii
There’s a basement flat at Central Presbyterian. However, you’ll have to share with two other women. The followed pattern here is living in harmony. Living outside fellowship is contradictory. She replied, “I don’t want to share. I live on my own. I have my life. I don’t care about what you condone. Mr. Phillips responded, “Why? What purpose is there? Everyone has their domiciles willing to share. Cecelia answered, “What does the word ‘purpose’ mean? Do you have places for an individual’s scene? With a bit of reluctance, he said he had a few. Then Mr. Phillips expressed the town’s common value: “Prester differs from other communities a lot. The Network News described us in a four-minute spot. We live for and love God in everything that we do. Also, please tell me, what denomination are you?” Cecelia maintained reticence on this one thing. She would not show her denomination as nothing. Mr. Phillips repeated his question. She would say: “I can dream about whatever I want any day. If I want to go to Paris, or other city; dreams are my own. They’re my individuality.” The realtor asked her, expressing curiosity: “What do you dream about mostly?” He listened closely. Unafraid of him, she said “Sexual things, mostly!” He would look away when hearing those words she would say. Responding, “Prester is not that kind of town today.” To be continued
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