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This one summer I went to Jerusalem on a journalism internship. I was out hiking in the desert when I had the good fortune to run into an old friend carrying a hammer and nails
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| Howdy Cain. Never expected to see you here! What brings you to the middle east? | |
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| Oh hey Max, I'm just here with my rabbi doing some missionary work! | |
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His hands were caked with dirt and blood. I didn't bother to ask him, but I still wonder what he was working on out in that desert. He really looked like he'd been doing good work for his church.
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And those nails sure looked sharp.
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