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Drinking is for celebrating, not for suicide
Too bad he didn’t have anything to celebrate
Maybe it was a Catholic feast day or so He pushed the bottle aside, picked up the phone behind the bar and dialed a nusley asked
"It’s Sunday," Søren said, "which means it’s still been eleven years"
"Is it a saint’s day or a feast day?"
"It’s always a saint’s day It’s also Clergy Appreciation Day, according to Diane Seems to be the only explanation for why oods," Søren said, sounding utterly bewildered
"Clergy Appreciation Day That ork On et drunk I’ry And you said I can’t drink unless I’y Appreciation Day together And you owe me I destroyed First Presbyterian for you"
"I owe you?"
"Oui"
Søren paused Kingsley waited
"The rectory at nine," Søren said
"You want to celebrate, too?"
"I’ bottle We’ll both crawl inside it"
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KINGSLEY LAY ON the floor with an allass in the other Søren sat at his piano playing a fasley could ignore the crosses on the wall and the Bible on the table, he could alet Søren was a priest The lamp-lit room throbbed in time with the music The piece ended, and Søren turned around on the piano bench
"That’s a good song," Kingsley said, raising his glass in a salute
"No idea what it is," Søren said "I heard it whileto work out the melody You know it?"
"Is called ‘Purple Rain’" Sae music collection, and he’d come home one day to Prince, the next day to Nine Inch Nails He’d caught her and Blaise dancing to so called The Humpty Hump one rainy Thursday "I’ll buy you a copy"
"‘Purple Rain?’ Who’s the composer?"
"A man named Prince"
"Prince? Is he an actual prince?"