Chapter 6 Winter Tans, Snakes, Silent Night and Mental Hospitals

by Miranda Brumbaugh in , , ,

The crowds in the pew sang back to him. The more the Pew Running Preacher hotfooted, the more the hum of the audience took off. First one black dress shoe, then the other. Then his socks! 

The barefoot preacher hoofed it across the carpet, never missing a beat, stomping in praise to lead these bacchanalian believers.

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