O, Orinoco's bacon-wrapped date stuffed with almond, I shan't forget you. You will stay with me for a very long time.
In other news, Sister Claire is crazy. But crazy in the best possible sense.
(Discussing the awesome and remote possibility that she might get to throw the first pitch one day...)
Moi: What if there's a cancer kid there that day?
Sister Claire: There won't be a cancer kid. I'll make sure of it.
Moi: Oh yeah?
Sister Claire: Or I'll start shouting, "hey, I have cancer, too." "Look," (pulling on her own hair) "it falls off! I have cancer. Pick me!"
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