Thursday, July 16, 2026

"Your mother's on the phone."

  "Hi." 
  "This is your mother." 
  "So I've been told.  Thanks for having me.  Everybody okay?" 
  "Yeah, I'm letting you know something." 
  "Okay." 
  "I did some soul searching and feel renewed in my cause." 
  "Okay." 
  "I'm going to see the Pope!" 

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