Those people who live across the street – in that house with green shutters – go to church on Saturday. I forget the name of that religion. I’ll think of it in a minute. Anyway, the lady who lives there won’t speak to her brothers and sisters or her parents because they don’t believe in her religion. If you run into her out by the mailbox or somewhere, she’ll invite you to her church.
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