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Show The (Bishop's CetestiatMJife TO ALL THOSE WHO JUDGE WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING ME, I SAY HOLD IT, HEAR ME out, I got a side too, and Bishop Hearthway is prejudiced against me for obvious reasons I don't blame him for, but, anyway, I deserve to speak up. What my relations are with Sister Hearthway is complicated and the bottom line is, sure, we done it, but it's not as simple as that, and you'll see once you know facts from hearsay. Unfortunate for me no one wants to listen, so my final recourse is just to tell it like it happened and hope someone down the line cares enough to learn. Alls I can do is keep faith in that. Mom and Dad divorced two years ago, and it's understandable it messed with my mind. So I got in trouble, drugs and girls a little bit, it wasn't too bad, but Mom got paranoid and fearful and determined the best thing for me would be a dose of decent folks and religion and so forth. Beings she was in no straights to provide, she sent me up to |
