On my way back home, I got off the train, dropped by the church. The door wasn’t locked. I put on the light. Alone in the hall. I played the guitar, wainting for other members coming to pray together.
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On my way back home, I got off the train, dropped by the church. The door wasn’t locked. I put on the light. Alone in the hall. I played the guitar, wainting for other members coming to pray together.
