At Sacrament Meeting, I wondered if perhaps I shouldn’t take the sacrament. It had been three days since the incident with Walter, and I hadn’t even started repenting yet. I knew that you weren’t supposed to take the sacrament if you had some big sin on your conscience that you hadn’t repented of. Read the rest of the story »
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