It was his ROUTINE every day. He had to HOLD onto it whatever the cost, a man of the cloth who really wished he wasn’t. There were things he wanted to be doing and the routine saved him from disaster. Until Dawn came along that was. She had a different OUTLOOK on life. Refreshing, he called her. Suddenly he became not himself. Or maybe it was himself. Who knew? What hides behind that very unique cloth and a bit of plastic?

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