Monday, October 7, 2013

In Rehab #1

In church, I sense a distinct smell of dog poo. I can’t help but think it’s coming from me. Having spent a good twenty minutes in the shower earlier scrubbing clean the various dog, cat and cow licks, I still smell of the farm. One of the dogs even managed to vomit on me. I’m pretty sure God doesn’t mind, even though I feel as if I have been washed clean by dirty hands.

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