Relaxing by Lake Como, when I am approached by two young men in shirt and tie, both clutching black books under their arms. Shit! They’re after my soul! I try not to make eye contact, but they’re onto me. They say something in Italian, but my blank expression makes them change tactic "do you speak English?" (Their American). " No" I reply instinctively in my panic, but apparently in an English accent? Got me! With the formal greetings and niceties out of the way, the duel begins. They want my soul and they have the self-confidence to suggest they know they can get it. They have of course access to the truth. My questions are civil and testing, I want to learn about them rather than their cult (they are Mormons). 22 yrs old and have
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