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Writer recounts the night church stopped being her safe place.

I was only 13.

I was in eighth grade at a Christian school started by my church’s elders. I stayed busy with my church youth group. I hung out with my friends, crushed on boys and listened to Prince’s “Purple Rain” album on repeat. I was a pretty typical 13-year-old in 1985.

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