<p>I remembered the scene that'd played out the previous night, with Sister Susan, the chubby youth secretary of another church, who'd accused me of eating the remaining portion of beans they'd reserved, since we'd camped together, and had food prepared by some selected executives which I wasn't part of.<br>"What kind of woman is she? I leave her to God." I said tearfully, as I thought, as if I was speaking to another person.<br>She was...
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