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The parking lot was packed. He looked at his watch: 6 p.m. Christmas Eve services were just about to start. In Plattsburgh, his mother would most likely be at Mass. He hadn't been to church since leaving for college. When he had attended, under orders from his mother, he felt those anticipated Masses were for people who didn't want to get up on Sunday mornings.