We wore green and ate corned beef and cabbage. It was a lucky day to be sure.
The missionaries came for dinner. The last time they came, my cousin was one of them. I served them pizza and cake. From a store. I totally redeemed myself this time around. The tablecloth is still wrinkled.
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Erin-go-bragh it looks like a feast.
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