i don't think i truly believed in miracles until this very morning.
so it's like quarter to 9, i'm like half-asleep, half-awake in bed. I take a moment to pray about my purse just as my mother told me, not only to God, but to
St. Anthony (patron saint of finding lost things - and where i went to school for 9 years) who has been apparently helping
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