Jeanie's been throwing up all morning Poor girl's
been so heartsick ever since her boyfriend went
off to war Father Cole's done his best to console
the girl- more so than some neighbors deem
necessary- but you just can't measure young love.

Picketing the clinic outside town, Father Cole
holds the record for turning twelve girls around.
If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman,
it's Father Cole.

But he's been acting out of sorts; that strange
sermon he gave accepting termination due to rape.
Jeannie whispered, "She's carrying" but
there's one awful catch: her boyfriend's been off
in the desert for half a year.
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Cole cried, "This simply cannot be!"

She quipped, "Quite the opposite- I'm hardly
the Virgin Mary...and you're no carpenter. So, who
will build my home?"

"Jeannie, you're just a kid. You can't
conceive such mortal sins. Everything will be
alright...what happens in confession stays in the
confessional."

So what goes on behind those curtains?

"Jeannie, you're just a kid, you WON'T
conceive this mortal sin."