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Next Stop Canaan, VT

“Look”, Thomas said. “I’m convinced. You’ve got…like a destiny or something. There’s something you have to do and whatever it is, it isn’t supplying happy hour at Hank’s”.

“But I like it at Hank’s”.

“It’s not about what you like or don’t like. You have a purpose, dude”, Thomas said.

“Well, I didn’t ask for any of this. I’m perfectly willing to save a kid here and there when I’m in the neighborhood, but what, you expect me to go looking for stuff”?

“I’ll go with you”, Thomas answered. “We’ll just kind of bum around and see what turns up. Besides, you can make enough cash for us to get by without breaking a sweat. Hell, we’ll just travel around and talk to people about stuff”.

I looked at him and said, “Stuff? What kinda stuff”?

“Oh, you know, like parables and shit”.

“Parables and shit? You’re seriously damaged”.

“OK, we’ll figure it out as we go. Maybe we’ll meet someone who can sorta point us in the right direction. Hey, I can be your first disciple. This’ll be my first job title. Cool!”

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