My apocalyptic moment happened at a computer desk in a tiny studio apartment in the northern reaches of Manhattan, amid a clutter of papers and half-empty coffee cups. But it was no less earth-shattering than if an angel with a flaming sword showed up at the door delivering the news.
… like Stephen, we can’t know when even our last minute prayers might make all the difference.
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