who set up camp around Smokers' to catch the kids on their ways home. Shiny red "Answer Books" were held out reverently in their eager hands.
No I fucking wouldn't like a Bible. Don't preach at me. I reserve the right to make my own choices about religion, and I choose to abstain from any sort of organized church. Don't shove your beliefs down my throat; not only is that disrespectful, it's downright rude. Hide behind your smarmy smile, but leave me and my friends alone.
