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soda?” I gave her a hug and realized the game was almost over. “I ran into someone and just got lost in the conversation. Here, let me introduce you. This is John, the one I’ve been telling you about.” “You’re kidding,” she said, leaning around me and sticking out her hand to shake John’s. He took it and smiled. “It’s a real pleasure to finally meet you.” “Well you don’t look 2,000 years old,” Laurie said, to my embarrassment, as she sized him up with a smirk on her face. In my recent conversations with John our friendship had overshadowed my preoccupation with whether or not he might somehow be the Apostle John. I started to butt in, but John beat me to it. “Looks can be deceiving,” he smiled back with a wink. “I’d love to talk some more, but I’ve got to meet up with some people before the game ends. I hope we’ll have time to talk further, Laurie.” “Oh no you don’t, I’ve got a lot I want to ask you.” Laurie said. “Another time, I trust,” he said as the crowd across the way erupted again. I looked up to see a Blue Raider score yet another touchdown. A quick glance at the scoreboard showed we were behind 24-10 with only a minute remaining. “Don’t you hate that quarterback?” Laurie said, shaking her head. “Not anymore,” I said. Laurie looked at me surprised. “Who is in there?” she said probing my eyes. By the time we turned around to talk to John again he was gone. We both looked through the crowd to see which way he went, but we couldn’t spot him.
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Unplayable Lies I didn’t have a clue what to do with the information I’d just been handed. I finally had the goods on my former pastor but now I had no idea what to do with them. If I had known a year ago what I knew now, I wouldn’t have had any question. It all came out in a chance encounter at the mall. I had rushed in to pick up an anniversary present for my wife and grab a quick lunch before a 1:30 appointment. My face was buried in a week-old news magazine as I downed my cheeseburger at a table in the middle of the food court. When I looked up to turn the page, I noticed a bright red dress in front of my table. Looking up I saw a familiar face, one I hadn’t seen in awhile. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” Diane asked, almost hyperventilating while she looked around as if the police were about to close in on her. “Sure, sit down.” I mumbled through a full mouth as I