I had a certain reputation in high school.
I wasn't a bad girl, or even known for being a good girl.
I was The Christian Girl. You know the one, don't you? I carried my Bible in my backpack and when I felt especially brave, I put it out on my desk with my name boldly inscribed on the front in small gold letters.
I took my dates (the few I had) to church youth events, or to the altar if I really liked them. I started the first Bible Club on campus with my sister and I prayed for my lost friends.
On one particular night........
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