I was an unhappy teenager, among lonely people, in thrall to a charismatic leader had I joined a cult?
Briefly

It's 1994, I'm in a school gym, 16 years old, examining the intersecting lines for basketball, badminton and tennis because it feels less confusing to stare at the floor than watch the spectacle unfolding in front of me.A woman, who I think is very old but who is probably in her 30s, is sweating and yelling: I am sex.
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