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Jay. I went to Lourdes. My Gran took me and my mum there when I was 13 and very ill. It was the final nail in the coffin as far as belief went for me. I will never forget the procession of the sick; the little boy in our group wiith the hole in his heart; the brain damaged child and his lovely parents, who expressed sympathy to me and my mum, in the midst of their pain.
Those people, I believe, were sold a lie. A pretty, shining, glorious lie.
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