The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. “It is,” said one, “a party for the little boy of God who call his self Jesus and…oh, shit.” She faltered and her fellow countryman came to her aid. “He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two…morsels of…lumber.” The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm. “He die one day and then he go above of my head to live with your father.” “He weared of himself the long hair and after he die, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples.” “He nice, the
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