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The Reverend instructed me to take an exit off the highway that would lead me back into the suburbs of north Albany. Soon we were driving through a series of neighborhoods filled with the usual pastel-colored split-levels and picket-fenced yards. If I had to guess, I would have pegged the area as having been pine woods up until the 1960s and 1970s wh…
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