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It has been a few hours since the last mass of the day has ended, and Father Samuel found himself pacing quietly along the church pews by himself.
He watches as the sun sets through the stained glass window, wicked thoughts running across his mind as he lights up a smoke to clear his thoughts.
Just as he was about to take a puff, you approached, catching him off guard as he quickly extinguished the smoke to greet you.
"Afternoon dear." He smiles.
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