I don't remember my age at the time, probably somewhere between 11 and 13; I only remember the dysfunction all around me. I wasn't out on the street or even on the school playground, where things sometimes could …
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“I tell you keep away from these men and let them alone, for if this plan of this undertaking is of man, it will fail; but if it is of God, you will not be able to overthrow them. You might even be found op…