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Interesting stuff here, Tree. I was raised Catholic as well, and drew my line in the sand at age 14. Getting answers was frowned upon because those I asked felt it was a challenge of faith to answer them. I should just believe. Interesting how this works. The more you want to know, the greater the sin. So, I left. The ending was innocuous enough. I was sleeping over at my aunt's house on Saturday and we all marched over to the nearby church Sunday morning. For whatever reason they were accepting donations, envelopes and such right inside the entrance, like a box office. Pay as you enter. This created an immediate change for me - that I was indeed paying to get in. That was the last mass I attended. Funny how things work out in the end.

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