I was just out behind my house calling for Angelo and I admit, wearing a nightgown. Just when I thought I could get back in without being seen, some churchies came walking by (there's a church across the street from our house). I felt like I must look like Baby Doll or some other tawdry "Sunday Morning Coming Down" loser---out in her yard in a dirty nightie at 11:00 on a Sunday, for heavens sake. Oh well, judge not lest ye be judged yerself!
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