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The Sunday I Didn’t Want to Shake His Hand
I still remember that Sunday morning clearly. The church was full, the choir was singing one of those songs that usually lifts your spirit, but my heart felt heavy. Not because of anything the pastor said. Not because life was hard. It was because of one person sitting three rows ahead of me. Daniel. Two years earlier, Daniel had been more than just a friend. We grew up in the same...
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