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I’m not a pedophile, and I never even looked at little kids sexually before, even when I was a little girl. I’m Christian, and I was a good Christian. Not a born-again Christian, I never really sinned to come back to the church. Like some Amish girls returning from Rumspringe to finally decide on a life, back in the 1800s. I suppose, I don’t know any Amish, and they don’t really have any around here. That was what I always thought before, when I heard testimonials in youth group, or later on at prayer meetings. We’re not Catholic, so we don’t have a Confessional, but you know the story by now. They went to college, and got drunk enough at a party to wind up on a table, stripping. Or satisfied their bicuriousity, or maybe …