No! Say it ain't so. (No, don't. You'd be lying.) I knew it'd happen eventually though: Witnesses set up a table here at my university. I rode the shuttle to the campus's nexus, the U.C., and I saw a trio of JWs sitting at a fold-out table, perpendicular to another group's ("Love for all; hatred for none") table.
Then, on my way back to the dorms, I actually got on a shuttle with them. There was a middle-aged "brother" and "sister," and a dude in his late teens, who might have recognized me. (Fire Dragon, whom I am friends with, went to his congregation at one time. I am of course assuming what congregation they were from, but it is most likely this one, which is nearby.)
I thought about giving them a hard time, but chickened out. I did watch the younger one on the shuttle and quietly rejoiced that I was no longer part of the organization. Ah, freedom. They got my youth, but they won't get the best years of my life, dagnabbit!
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