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I remember smooching in the back seat auto, returning to church from some outing, and in the car behind was Hegle and his retinue, who could see me - us thru the rear window, and O they got mad. How dare on church business smooch like a sailor, and the only time I ever did it I think. I attributed their ire to jealousy, and she was built like a brick out-house as they used to say.
And I did take the sacrament once or twice before leaving the church, the dry wafer and the red wine. Then I took up Beatnikism, bongos and Mentor Books instead.
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