You find a First Communion portrait on the roof. A graffiti-filled stairwell leads you to the third floor lobby.  You divine the fate of an empty exhibition. The confessional line moves fast.   Dots are connected.  In this house, we say I'm sorry. Kids can't be sinners. You need a snack.

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