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We were not prepared however, to be living in a shit box filled with mystery. The place looks sales like someone just left in a big hurry. Clothes are still in the closet, food in the fridge, sales eyeglasses and even a driver's license for a guy named Tim and folks keep calling for Tim on our phone! It gets sales weirder. There are pictures of Jesus everywhere. Jesus is in the kitchen, Jesus is in the living room. The messiah is even in the bathroom. So we make a few phone calls and things get yet even weirder. Turns out Tim was the original renter of the apartment. All his stuff was supposed to be gone before we got here because he's gone to join the priesthood...THE PRIESTHOOD! So now it looks like I'm responsible for all of Father Tim's worldly possessions, which includes a red mustang parked down stairs. Praise the Lord! Now, faced with an apartment full of stuff belonging to a messenger of God, I do what any good Christian would do...I start rooting thru his shit. And what do I find?
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