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The Paper Cup at the Gathering

The lawyer found me standing near the chrome coffee urn in the church basement, while I was gripping a paper cup I hadn’t taken one single sip from. The service was over, the pews were empty, and the low, collective murmur of a few lingering neighbors filled the drafty room. The scent of cheap folded napkins, stale basement continue reading …