The altar boys were sacked after they were caught sampling the sacramental wine instead of just passing it to the priest before communion.
Hallo Hallo, brain of tallow, Guts are gone, noggin’s hollow. Seeking sweets and marshing mallows, Watch your back, and your candy sack.
The month of Thorri was followed by Góa, when the farmer often left to go fishing and his wife had to see to managing the household.
The to-come, let us say, the “absolute” future, as opposed to the future-present, is the object of our hope and desire, the stuff of a certain faith.
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