Lois Marie Harrod USA
Mississippi
The most religious state is always the one you’re in surrounded by those family members with their high profile beliefs, you know what I mean, Salmon’s head of Christ looking like no Arab you’ve ever seen hanging above the fireplace and that diamond cross pendant stuck in Aunt Lu’s cleavage, the fervent grace before the bloody steak. As for Durer’s praying hands, when’s the last time you did your nails? You know what’s obscene: your cousin Miss Pru asking the preacher to give a polished hell and brimstone sermon at the funeral for that husband of hers who forgot everything because all the relatives would be there and not one had been saved.
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