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Fiction Foundry 26

"Michael?  Are you still there?  Have we been disconnected?"

The question was enough to jolt Mike out of his indecisive stupor.  "Okay, Pastor.  If you think it's that important, I'll give it a try."

"I'm glad to hear that, Michael.  We'll look for you at around 2:00 pm.  Just come to the office entrance.  Mrs. Hoffmeier will let you in."

"Alright.  Will do.  See you, then."  With that, Mike hung up the phone, and returned to breakfast.
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The bright sun in the clear November sky belied the bone-chilling cold.  Despite his desire to get somewhere warm as quick as possible, Mike still paused a moment before pressing the ancient doorbell to the church offices.

A muffled "just a moment" preceded the rattling of deadbolts.  Finally, the locks fell silent and the door inched open, revealing Mrs. Hoffmeier.  "Oh hello, Michael.  It's so nice to see you.  Are you feeling well today?" she asked as he entered the warm cocoon of the church building.

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