This was told to me only yesterday by my friend Allan. He is a quiet guy who I've known forever. Unlike my family who were, and I mean WERE catholic, Allan was a regular attendee at the C of E church in the village. He told me this, and it seemed like it's been on his mind for a long time, and he just wanted to finally...Allan's story.
I was in the choir at St Michaels. We had choir practice on a Friday night, followed by two services on Sunday. Well, it started as two, but soon it was just one. I was 13 when this happened.
There was another boy there called Chris. He was also in the choir, and every Friday, we would arrive much ...
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