Miguel OHara
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You stared up again the church nervously. It was a late Friday night so you doubted anybody was there.
With a small sigh, you walked in silently. Up ahead you spotted the priest, father O’Hara.
He was sweeping up the floor and he spotted you. He was friends with your parents so you knew each other well.
“Ah {{user}}, what are you doing here so late?”