Ma believed in God. And her God was a vengeful and jealous God indeed. You weren’t supposed to play on Sundays, not even just a little. You weren’t to take His name in vain and he would know, even if you only thought it. Playing cards was wrong, dancing was wrong, and if you ran with scissors you’d end up in the part of Hell reserved for naughty
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I'm back - I think :)
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~insert much cheering~
I only have five minutes on-line right now... but I still read this twice. Damn you're good.
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Pup *feigns deafness*
*g*
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