The Church of East Jesus

A short story

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You know those long days on the road, where even though you wore your best shirt and brushed your hair, ever driver keeps passing you like you’re some sort of parasite and it takes you all day to get a hundred fifty miles to a flat spot in the desert for the night. And tomorrow it’s just gonna be the same thing, worse, because at least there’s people in Flagstaff but from the looks of it there’s…