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I suggest you do it now.
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Mother Superior, I have slipped.
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Oh, dear.
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Pressures had mounted all around me,
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and then this God-forsaken storm.
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And somehow there was a carafe of communion wine left in my office.
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That's how God is. He loves to test us.
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Well, I failed.
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And now he's giving you another opportunity.
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God loves to see us triumph.
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It gives him pleasure.
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Was your alcoholic transgression the only reason