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May 12, 2009
A pleasant after-dinner conversation. Or before-dinner. You never can tell with these Romans.
I think I’m beginning to get the hang of the crap paper. It still looks different though, not as soft or washy.
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Constantine: Boy, I'm glad that silly religion stuff is over with.
Helena: How could you say that? Son, that's shameful. You know I'm going on my pilgramage to Palestine. Speaking of trips, it's time you went to Rome. Don't think I don't see you rolling your eyes, young man.
Fausta: Yes dear, Rome! It will be lovely!
Crispus: Can I come, father?
Helena: Yes, take Crispus- in fact, we'll all go! After all, Rome wants you to have your vicennial* and consecrate a church.
*Victory march
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