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| Hi, Granny Rose. As you can see...Father Simon is here to see you. | |
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| That's all great and everything..but what does my letter say? | |
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| Granny Rose, that's not really a letter for you. I asked Sonny to summon you so I could ask you a question from God. He wants to know what genre your book falls into? | |
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| He doesn't already know? God's acting just like one of those literary agents...always with the questions...never giving me an answer. | |
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| His question is the answer. You must remain patient. Why don't you get some rest? | |
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| Stop talking in riddles! I will not rest until my life's work is given validation! I WANT A BOOK DEAL! | |
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