-- and it would have been if the Web never existed--
at the very church where I was an altar boy
(back when it may have been exciting 20 years ago).
Do these folk walk their walks?
Is this what they mean by "flashbacks"? It was like that reading, mon ami--on what planet I was at the reading you so flippantly pan. Tant pis. Thank God!
They still have a hard time learning to enjoy time, Ulysses, still think Rome or London or wherever and use the word, now non-word, penis--which is so much more we expect something.
Why the lag counting empty chairs and uncomfortable potential customers?
However, you didn't indulge that stuff--your words accompanied my father to mass this recent Christmas day.
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