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A Moment of Faith

I went up to the rail for the wine; my mouth was dry and I thought: Why not? Later, a pigeon shat on my new J. C. Penny suit. I tried to rub the mess away but it just spread the more. When my mother saw that ruined jacket she angrily showed be the back of her hair brush. That was my last drop of Christ’s blood.

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