Walking through the cafeteria after church yesterday, looking for Glen. I see him in a hale and hardy hug with the pastor. I'm thinking, "Aw! Glen needed that" when the pastor says, "Glen, if it comes down to you, don't run, don't run."
I had to write this down somewhere, or I will later think it never happened. Even now, my mind questions my memory.
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