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Submitted to Contest #28
I met her at age eleven. My mom had been taking me to church for three years before then, and I hated it. I was still in fifth grade, so I wasn’t old enough to be in the church’s Sunday youth group. Sunday school was about the most boring thing I’d ever experienced - and spending two hours with a room full of third-graders wasn’t exactly my scene. But in the summer between fifth and sixth grade, Mom finally made me go into the church’s youth group. “Alright, Havah,” Mom said. “I’m going to go ahead and sign you in as a sixth-grader, and then...
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