Trash

As the piano whispered hymns behind his closing prayer and the rustling of the plastic that surrounds old ladies’ mints, the ones that’d ready their tongues for post-church gossip, filled the room, Pastor Michael Altizer couldn’t help but think that this had been the worst week…

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