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Ken Simon makes picture frames for a living. He is raising an eight-year-old son and a four-year-old dog in Yellow Springs, Ohio.
Right now it is eight-fifteen in the morning. I am on my way up to the office, alone in the elevator. It stops at the second floor. The door opens, and who should get on but Jesus.
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