Chapter
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A few days later, the pope and Tom and his group were waiting for the president in the White House reception room. The pope and Clemens were seated on the sofa, and Tom and the group stood behind the sofa wearing suits. Opposite them were three White House secretaries and two security guards. The atmosphere was a bit uneasy.
“It feels like I’m in a dream these days.” Mark whispered to Tom.
"Why?"
“My friend suddenly is the Messiah, and I saw the Vatican, got kidn*pped in Srinagar and now I’m at the White House.” Tom grinned at Mark’s words.
The South American security guard whispered to the other security guard while looking at Tom’s group.
“Looks like there are more Indian security guards now.”
“Yeah, I guess the Vatican is changing these days, too.”
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