Devotion as a kid I always imagined the monsignor crouched in the darkness of his sacristy risking splinters licking the bits of dried blood off his little sliver of the Cross return to SHAMPOO 10
as a kid I always imagined the monsignor crouched in the darkness of his sacristy risking splinters licking the bits of dried blood off his little sliver of the Cross
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