Yes, thank you, I have it in my fairy tale section of the library.

Oh my... I've always regarded having Jeh*vas witnesses calling as a funny joke.
Well, frig me, the door bell rings and a guy with a halo introduces himself and says he's very interested in the B*ble. Well, good for you?
The worst part was that both him and his female partner looked so cold that I felt sorry for them and almost invited them in for coffee.
But that would have been to give them false hope. This girl is not interested in being "sav*d", I've figured out those aspects of my life already.
I did get a magazine though. "What G*d demands from us". That ought to be interesting.

I have no idea how they found me though. The entrance to our apartment is very well hidden, and you have to seriously snoop around to find us. Bad witnesses! Arrrrgh!

So what did I do? Told them I was busy. Lame, I know.