A friend of mine worked as a waitress in Denver and walked home in the wee hours under the "viaduct" , freeway over head, so dark corners of concrete pillars and chain link fences where she walked. She caught a glimpse of a burly shadow a few yards behind; she looked straight ahead and picked up her pace, she could hear heavy boots closing the gap. At the darkest and loneliest spot he was so close she could hear him breathing, in a husky whisper he said," Praise the Lord," and quickly passed.
"Amen , brother"
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