A couple days before Brother Nathanael had his run-in with police at Trader Joe's, Rhine watched and photographed him at the end of his shift - at 6 p.m., he put away his giant crucifix, folded up his stuff and left that traffic island he screams from when not yelling at little old Jewish ladies at Trader Joe's. And then Rhine noticed that Brother Nathanael had dropped something:
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