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when I was 10 years old my mom would make me go to catholic mass every sunday no matter where I was so afraid if I diddn`t I would be sent to hell that night so anyway in Caruthersville Mo. My grandfather dropped me off on church row one sunday morning and I walked in the wrong churck they did`nt have an alter just some box with a cloth on it I thought they were holding a funeral and when the sevice started I thought man these people are nuts and ran out I found the catholic church down the road a bit and I was late
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