Here I sat in what used to be the First Presbytarian Church of London, which appeared to be an old, abandoned roman catholic church with its dusty, deserted pews which hadn't been occupied for years. I sat kneeling at the altar, begging, no, pleading for forgiveness for my sins. True, I couldn't remember any of my most recent sins, but when you wake up in an alley beside a dead...
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