Lol, BOM reference... no spooky hell dreams here though! So uhhhhh when I was about 9 my great-grandma gave me a Jesus statue and a Mary statue to put on my dresser or something. Let me make one thing clear- I share a room with two brothers, who would have been at the time 2 and 4. Add that to a batshit crazy nine year old and two very FRAGILE statues on the edge of a very tall wooden dresser and you get Jesus' hand getting broken off and worse yet, Mary's head found the same fate. I was pretty sure I'd just committed the worst sin imaginable, but my mom just superglued them back together. I don't know WHY this was at all relevant,  but uhhhhhm yeah. I just was the two statues (still on my dresser) and thought "Hey, quality content!"
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