The Church of the Groping Crab was a new one for Nicky. She thought she had heard of all the crack pot religions in this town, full of strange beliefs, but apparently not. "Do you want to be saved?" the young man had asked as he pushed a leaflet into her hand. Dispite herself, she took the paper, although she retorted: "No, not really." Her response stopped him in mid-sentence, and she almost felt sorry for him. "Not everyone needs saving," she continued. "Although, you could really do with some help." She walled off, screwing the leaflet into a ball. She wanted to dramatically throw it on the floor, but she despised litter bugs (she had an almost allergic reaction whenever she saw something flutter from someone's hand, often feeling physically sick), and she couldn't see a trash can. So, she shoved the leaflet into her pocket. She would dispose of it later. When she reached the other end of the concourse, she turned to see the young man was still staring at her.
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