A Scientology escape saga, which includes serving L. Ron Hubbard a bad meal
I read this website every day. For a while I even commented (nobs and nobs2). But I’m not particularly good at social interactions and may even have a bit of envy for the camaraderie, so I stopped. Now I’d like to tell a few stories.
My mother got into Scientology in the mid 60s in Phoenix. […]
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