So I’m trying a new bus route. The first stop is in front of the nazarene church around the corner from my house. While I’m waiting for the bus an older man walks up to me and asks me if I’d like ‘something to read on the bus.’ I politely say ‘no thank you.’ I was spiritually abused by the nazarene church for twenty years. I think that’s more than enough.
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