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Sunday, May 7
9:24 AM



today at a family dinner, my sister turned to me and said above the chattering noise in the restaurant, "i want to read a book by Anne Rice."



"Mmm..." I mumbled, stoning and staring into space.



"Can you help me buy the book if you see it? Christ is King."



"Huh?? rice making??!!??!"



and then i burst into a fit of endless giggles. ;)




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