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yeah, i'm some kind of christian. i'm the kind that curses and smokes, the kind with the piercing that you love to stare at, the kind that reeks of gin, the kind that, if i catch you looking at me in a way i don't like will stare you down with a gaze to freeze fire, the kind that hears you wisper behind my back when i pass you, the kind that shouts into the cold night air, begging for a break, pleading for an end to this self-rightious crusade of the holy bible-thumpers where everything is a sin unless it's condoned by your goddamned narsicisstic views! is that the kind you meant?
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