After Saturday’s evening mass, the three of us got a chance to shake hands with Fr. Perata.
As he shook my hand rather firmly, he told me:
“Keep on working.”
I replied:
“We will.”
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There you have it folks: It’s a sign that I have to work, even though I hate working with stupid and ugly people at that “temp job from hell”. For whatever reason, it’s probably better than staying home with a couple of old folks who are slowing down and forgetting things.
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