As I was walking past the VIP door on my way back to the dorms I saw him being escorted down the hall. My heart skipped two beats. I gasped. I waited. The moment he stepped out, I split his two escorts and reached out my hand saying, "Pastor John! Thank you, I needed that message." He shook my hand, smiled, and then he was gone. I turned back towards the dorms with one piercing thought in mind: holy ambition.
Also, I didn't want to wash my hands...
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