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are eaten alive,

where they throw stones at Evangelicals,

and the Evangelics'

eyes are shiny and bright

with missionary emotion, with martyrdom.

But, Mom,

I'm almost 18.

You can't do that to me.

Shut up.

Hey.

I'm not dead yet.

Danielita?

Could you ask your father

to call the pastor, hmm?

I don't think that it's a good idea.

And I'm not only saying it for her.

I'm also saying it for you.

Do you want her to get

closer to the Lord or not?

She's not going to do it like this.

Why don't you try to

get her to finish school?

No.

I don't want her to go on that trip.

GOZPEL 1:
4 LAKE OF FIRE BY YOUNG & WILD

Where milk and honey flow...

They walk and walk and walk,

and they never get there.

Poor, poor Moses,

because when they're about to arrive,

all of them feeling very thirsty,

God tells him...

Mother, they could have

kicked me out of school

for setting a classroom on fire,

for poisoning a classmate,

for killing a teacher,

and you would have cared less

than expulsion for fornication.

Because your main commandment

is not "thou shalt not kill"

or "thou shalt love

thy neighbor as thyself"

or blah, blah, blah;

your main commandment is

"thou shalt not fornicate. "

And I, fornicator,

I am sent to the Evangeloon TV Station

where no one fornicates.

A life of partying...

I went out at night,

and I would look at

myself in the mirror,

and each time I went out,

I would look at myself in the mirror.

And I would say to myself-

I would say, "Yes, I'm pretty. "

But I felt that I was missing something.

I wasn't happy.

And that something...

was Jesus Christ.

How did you meet the Lord, ma'am?

It was really crazy.

I was walking down

Providencia. I love Providencia.

And suddenly, I sat down.

I collapsed on one of the

benches in Providencia,

and I said, "I can't take it anymore. "

And a man tells me-

he approaches me and

touches my shoulder-

"God loves you. "

That simple.

And I was frozen.

And I said, "God loves me!"

A person he hasn't seen,

that he doesn't know.

God loves me.

But, Mother, you may punish me,

but I can do whatever I want

in the name of my dirty poonani.

I can do anything in the

name of the man of God

who I can't stop looking at.

Mother, I'm going to write you a poem

that rhymes and everything.

I'll take what's in store.

Your punishment I'll endure.

As for this man of

God, I'll be his whore.

Hello.

Let's go.

Were those your work colleagues?

Do you work with them?

No, I'm the gofer.

You were there all day, I suppose.

Look, I'm asking just

one thing from you.

Don't do anything at the TV station

that could embarrass me, okay?

Oh, Mom.

What did you have to do?

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