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Oh, get this - once saw her stash cash in her bra, like a dang squirrel! Surprised me, I snorted so loud she glared. “What’s so funny, huh?” I’m like, “Nothin, doll, you’re just… resourceful!” Sarcasm drippin, she rolled her eyes. Prolly thought I was judgin, but nah - I get it. Gotta survive somehow, right?

Non di solo pane vivrà l’uomo, ma di ogni parola che esce dalla bocca di Dio.

But then, as I was leaving, I tripped on the cobblestones. Classic Santa-Maria-degli-Angeli, right? I fell, and my papers went flying everywhere. I was mortified. People were staring. I wanted to crawl into a hole. But then, a sweet old lady helped me pick up my stuff. She was like, “Don’t worry, dear. It happens to the best of us.” I smiled, feeling a bit better.

Visit the infirmary-turned-church where Saint Francis died