“Well, hello there! You must be one of Brian’s friends.”
Fearful that you would be blinded or smote by the great God, you’d fallen to your knees and prostrated yourself on the steps hoping to purchase divine favor. The sound of the high sing-song voice caused your eyes to cautiously peer up from your supine position. You recoil involuntarily. She bared her teeth at you, sending your heart racing.
“What are you doing on the steps, dear?” she arched an eyebrow and began pulling off some kind of rubber-like gauntlets. You felt certain that you had made some error in your presentation and this would mark your doom.
“Did you drop something?” she was asking you a question. A question! You wrack your mind for the right answer. After considering in an awkward silence the fate of your very soul, you answer…
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