My child...I hear your pain, even from the remote depths of the electronic world in which we live. Reading between your lines I could hear you crying out in great big cyber-sobs the guilt and frustration of what you must be going through.
But you must be strong. You must step up to the proverbial plate and pay the utmost farthing for your sin. For God cannot look upon sin with the least degree of allowance.
You know what that means:
Ice Cream and Drinks
For Everyone...
(On YOU, of Course)!
So now that that is over...just don't ever let it happen again!
And by the way, you're disfellowshiped! Get your stuff and get out!
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