It is times like these that I envy the simple faith of the elderly and bewildered. When Nan-nan loses anything of importance she immediately prays to St Anthony, the patron saint guy of finding lost shit. Apparently he's only failed her once - with a garlic crusher that went missing in the late 80s. She still blames me for that one.
I haven't yet begun to pray but I do dream of my little notebook out there somewhere in the world. I know a man called Anthony, I will ask him if he knows where it is.
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It is times like these that I envy the simple faith of the elderly and bewildered. When Nan-nan loses anything of importance she immediately prays to St Anthony, the patron saint guy of finding lost shit. Apparently he's only failed her once - with a garlic crusher that went missing in the late 80s. She still blames me for that one.
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