overheard at the campus bookstore
small child sitting on floor:
"Mommy I'm thirsty."
woman in tight shirt:
"Would you just shut-up? Nobody ever died of thirst."
college-age child of woman:
"Jesus. Can this be over?"
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you as yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; that I may rise, and stand; overthrow me, bend your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. --John Donne
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