Irene saunters into my bedroom where I am trying to have quiet time. I inform her of this fact.
She wrinkles her nose. Well, she says, “Why don’t you just discuss things with your heavenly daughter?”
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Irene saunters into my bedroom where I am trying to have quiet time. I inform her of this fact.
She wrinkles her nose. Well, she says, “Why don’t you just discuss things with your heavenly daughter?”
