Tuesday, August 20th

Patrick hid in his house for a week, living off of alcohol, old pizza, and stale potato chips. His mom called half a dozen times, and finally suggested he should talk to a priest.

"His name's Father Walter. I've been talking to him lately, Pat, even going to church, and it really helps. I know you're not religious, but maybe getting everything off your chest would make you feel better. He said he'd be happy to talk to you."

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