When I was little, my family lived in welfare housing in a townhouse complex. Every week, a school bus arrived to take us to Sunday school at a nearby Baptist Church. Our parents did not come. It was just the kids. I guess there was still hope that we could be reformed.
Well, not for me as the Church ladies kicked me out for arguing with them when they …
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