I was a Sunday before a big test. What was she to do, but sneak her art history notes into her bible. God would forgive, she was study his works, wasn't she? By the end of mass, the sleep deprived Ethna was snoring in the pew. The priest walked over, "Ah, a Last Judgment".
Monday, February 8, 2010
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