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Nestor

the theological ledger seriously. The slippery slope starts early, and
ends right here.”
So I shooed her off the boat and pointed her toward the one-way
playground slide. The rest you know. What?—you think I’m no
better singer than I am comedian? Now I’m insulted. Just for that
you can listen to my parody of an old chestnut:

Sinners roasting on an open fire,
Jackals nipping at their toes;
You’re tied up and then thrown on a pyre,
Like meat ground up for sloppy joes.

Altricia Nestor didn’t live long enough to qualify for that barbecue.
Well, no rest for the wicked or their chaperone. I’m off to brave the
raging river and its quirky currents. If Hell ever does freeze over,
maybe I’ll have an easier time scooting across in an iceboat.

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