
Those nuns have a lot to answer for.
As a child I wished I were the Flying Nun. Alas all my attempts at taking off, via jumping off the household furniture, took me nowhere.
Many years later I find myself still feeling an overwhelming desire to fly (and sometimes fly away) and thanks to the real nuns I have this fabulous Catholic guilt thing and compulsion to tell the truth.
Thanks sisters!
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