What happened to me.


sin, smoking and sundaysChattanooga, Tenn., was a nice place to grow up.sin, smoking and sundays
There was always something going on, but enough preachers to keep me from being too bad and instill in me a valuable lesson.
I’m going to hell.
It’s not that I was ever a bad Christian; it’s just that I’m Catholic. And when this secret gets out, Southern hospitality fades away and people yell "Sinner! Demon! Die!"
My classmates did this asking, "Is it OK to hate those Catholics?" and I was never sure how to respond.
"No?"
"But Catholics drink wine. In Church! On Sundays!"
That’s triple sin points! But in
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well, now you know.
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"A day without sunshine is like...you know, night"
Your neighbor,
Whitney
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