The bell struck one-o’clock. I pressed my shirt down nervously, checked my reflection in the mirror, put on some fresh chapstick. The portal window opened, and the women poured into the room. Souls from all over the world. And there I was, leading a brand-new group of people who didn’t know each other, on a topic that would scare the pants off of most h…
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