submission by Debora Lyn:
These truly are the Final Days.
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Sarah: Dottie, why are you sending cookies to Elder Bessey?
Laura: She likes him for his chest dance.
Dottie: Do not! Never say that again!
Laura: It's okay Dottie--embrace it.
No pun intended.
p.s:
Topher's been reading up.
How awkward.
Topher, I think you're great.