The priest got up again, went to the closet for yet another blanket, carefully spread it over the nun, tucked it in, and lay back down on the floor.
He was once again almost asleep when the nun said, "Father, I'm still quite cold, and Father, I think the Lord would not really mind if, just for this one night, we were as man and wife."
The priest sighed. "Ok, sister. Ok. Then get up and get your own damn blanket."
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