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she sure loves her slurs and n words

It was funny, how ignorant they all were. Tonight they had seen the work of the Lord and understood it not; they had seen a miracle, and yet had not believed.

You were supposed to feel sorry for people like Kenny because he lived in a trailer and was poor. Sally did not see how anyone could feel sorry for Kenny, though, even Jesus. He was mean to animals and had failed a grade.

Before, Sally had asked God for mercy; now she prayed to Him for vengeance.

Starting my Christmas Eve right with some Donna Tartt 🖤🖤🖤

Mrs. Mills had just come outside; Sally listened with one ear as she began to tell a policeman her story of what had happened. It was funny: she was saying that Mr. Priddy had shoved her at the door and threatened her with the knife. He had done no such thing.

"Just that little piece on her head makes her look like she's supposed to be an angel."
They were quiet a moment, looking at her.

"Now scat," Mrs. Mills said, and gave Sally a swat on the behind with the copy of the program she was holding.
There shall be weeping, thought Sally, face burning, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth.

It was a silly poem, not a real one.