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Mother My head hurts = too many margaritas + too much stress. Stress. Why Stress? I build it for myself. Mother invites me to church. I don't have Faith; I don't go. Mother prays for me. Daddy never held Mother's hand; I never knew he should. But Mother and I used to read the Sunday paper on her (couch) bed before we drove to church. (I read the funnies, she did the crossword.) When I learned about the dinosaurs in third grade, I asked Mother why the Bible said God created the animals just a day or two before He created Adam and Eve. (The fossil records contradicted that.) Mother said maybe the days were a lot longer back then. The scary thing is I think she actually believes that. I don't believe, I don't believe. Daddy snored and read the sports section in his (queen size) bed. Mother prays for Daddy. Mother has a Mother too = too many many beers + too too much manipulation. Mother walked alone to church when she was a girl. She has a lot of Faith. Faith. Why Faith? She builds it for herself. Mother prays for her Mother. I'm living in sin, Gin. I'm going to Hell, Dewey Dell: "I don't believe in God, God. God, I don't believe in God." Mother still prays for me anyway.
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