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Me: “Sing? Did you say sing? How could you say that at a time like this?”

Mom: “Oh, honey, you know the devil hates a song. Sing a hymn with me!”

Me (to myself): “So she wants a song, does she? I’ll give her a song. Let’s see how she likes that old drinking song …” – and I started to sing one.



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