I grew up in a Catholic neighborhood, with signs of Saint Francis everywhere. There he stood, a child-sized cement statue with a tonsure and a soap on a rope belt, surrounded by birds and bunnies.
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I don't mean to brag, but I've liked sloths since before it was cool. Remember the teacup pig craze of 2009? I don't, because I was busy liking sloths.
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