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Alice: My days as a Catholic ended when I was about 16.
Dorothy: My days as a Catholic ended when Mom found my diaphragm.
Alice: But the music was beautiful, wasn't it? And the rituals.
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Alice: Sometimes I think I'm not raising my children with the right values. That I'm spoiling them. Not exposing them to the things that matter most. When I was young, I wanted to be a saint. I used to pray with my arms outstretched because it was more painful and I could feel closer to God. I wanted to spend my life helping people, taking care of the sick and the old people. I was never happier than when I got a chance to help out that way. What happened? Where did that part of me go?
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