EXMORMON
We then proceeded with the usual introductions. The goth girl was named Paige, her boyfriend was named Ben, and the other guy introduced himself as Rex.
Settling into a worn armchair, I took a look around the room. The decor was unbelievable. There were antlers everywhere. Every wall had a series of plaques with antlers mounted on them. The stands of the lamps were also made from antlers. Aside from the antlers, though, the room was pretty standard. There was a set of comfy but sagging couches and chairs, covered with blankets, and a round rag rug in the center of the varnished wood floor. Some faded striped curtains parted to show a mountain landscape that was quickly being lost to the darkness outside.
"What's with all the antlers?" I asked to no one in particular.
"You know it's my uncle's hunting cabin," Jake replied.
"Ugh, it's awful!" said Paige. "What kind of person thinks dead animals are decorations?"
"My uncle, I guess," said Jake, smiling.
"At least there's not a whole deer head," said Amy. "That would really creep me out."
"Ah, Mormons and Mormon culture!" interjected Rex playfully.
At that I started to sink into my chair. I was trying to decide whether to criticize or defend Mormonism when Paige mercifully settled the question with a dramatic raise of her eyebrow.
"What about Mormons and their culture?" she asked. "Just because some of them are provincial rubes, doesn't mean they all are."
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