I - at 81 - did baptisms for the dead.
4 Names, 5 times because my hair flew up.
And, there you have it - peer pressure from the Young Women got to me.
And, so I did. I went alone.
I have no way to prove that I did it.
But, I did. And God knows it and I know it.
Now, will I do it again tomorrow when I'm with the girls?
Well, see.
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