The reverend files the village woman in the church.
He grates, grates, and then all of a sudden it dawns on him that everything is not right.
He quickly asks the girl:
“Tell me, my lamb, how old are you?”
“Thirteen.”
“Thirteen?”
โ and he already pulls on the strip, he dresses to his taste.
When the girl turned back, phlegmatic:
“Aren’t you superstitious?”
Two happy girls…
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