Arrin rubbed his gritty eyes with both hands, before he blurted out his crime; his lesser crime, anyway. “Last night I shot up PMZ, and I did it again this morning.”

Pastor Willis tried hard not to sound disappointed, but he failed. “How did you come by PMZ?”

Arrin wasn’t about to tell him, for it would inevitably lead to the discovery of his fratricide. “What difference does it make now? Will you help me, as you’re always offering to do, or not?”

“Of course I’ll help you. But first, won’t you confess your sins to God, who is faithful and just and will forgive you and cleanse you from all unrighteousness?”

Arrin came to his feet again. All the pastor ever did was preach at him, which was no help at all to a so...

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