My wife—killed me. . " "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport. ” He handed her the phone reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. How the deuce did I ever manage to father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded Catholic nun. It'll be your turn to save mine next.
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