Once there was a man, truly a disciple of Tim. He lived simply, working, eating, driving a nice car, spending free hours at Tim Hortons and sometimes sleeping. He knew all of the priestesses by name. His place in the church was well known, and he was well-respected.
Then one day, he got "the call." He knew he must answer it. He knew it was from a higher power. He knew it was a job that would pay better, under better circumstances.
And he took it!
(Congrats, Tiny -- sorry I'm really late on this one!)
Monday, September 10, 2007
Bright Lights, Big City
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