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April 04, 2010

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J+1

At the church my parents used to go to, the priest used to talk about death. At Christmas. With the creche right there in front of the altar. Cognitive dissonance, indeed.

(We don't go there at Christmas any more...)

ckm

Maybe you should explain the term "blanched around" for those that didn't grow up with the personalized verbs we have in our family.

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