The pigs of the farm don't pray (grace at meals, human respect)
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Cargando…Being afraid to pray in public The train was crowded. There were several people trying in the compartment to fit their boxes into their layers. I doubted whether to say my three hail Maries kneeling down, spreading my arms in cross shape or just pray them quietly in my bed. The six bunk-beds were slowly…
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