When we were kids, my sister invent...

When we were kids, my sister invented a fairy-tale world that kept us endlessly occupied, in which dwelt an arch-villainess at the name of "Bad Mary". Trust a Catholic child to imagine the worst of calamities: a bad Mary. That like a person was after us sent delicious tremors of dread down our wee spines. Of course, we knew this was make-believe--our Mary was the Queen of Heaven, spotles unstained and good. Moreover, she was the Mother of the author of all things our Mother and the Mother of the ecclesiastical body

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