MY MOTHER TOOK ME TO CHURCH WHEN I WAS FIVE...I RAN OUT THE DOOR... DOWN THE HALL...AND OUT THE FRONT DOOR AS FAST AS MY LITTLE LEGS COULD TAKE ME .
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER APPARENTLY CRIED...I GOT PICKED UP BY A COP AND HE TOOK ME FOR A RIDE AND BOUGHT ME CANDY .
THE PLACE WAS FUCKING HAUNTED...( THE CHURCH , NOT THE CANDY SHOP ) .
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