When I was a teenager, I was always questioning my social status. Do I belong? Am I accepted? I was constantly on the lookout for little signs that I was “in.” Get invited to the party—I guess I’m in. Not asked to the dance—I guess I’m out. On...
Lie not one to another, seeing that ye have put off the old man with his deeds; And have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him that created him.
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