So there's this preacher boy who works with me. Sometimes he takes my locker and I open it only to find a mug with the seminary logo on it where I would rather put my purse. And sometimes I see him looking at me like he's thinking really hard about something so I smile and he comes out of it and smiles back.

He's only spoken to me once before, excluding today.

He seemed real anxious to talk to me too. I was friendly and encouraging, he seems sweet. The type of guy a new friend might set me up with.

But I'm no preachers wife. A music ministers wife maybe but not the preachers.

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