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| There he was... A young boy, wandering throughout my parish. Alone. Defenseless. | |
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| I asked him where he lives and made sure he got home unmolested, of course. | |
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| So, you never laid a hand on him, Father McFeely? | |
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| Were you not paying attention? I only said he got home unmolested. | |
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| I wish I could say I never saw that coming in order to qualify for this comic contest, but I can't! | |
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