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Inside the confessional at St. Joseph's Church...

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman..."

Father Lombardi interrupts, "Is that you, little Johnny LaRussa?"

"Yes, Father, it is."

"And who was the woman you were with?"

"I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation."

"Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?"

"I cannot say."

"Was it Teresa Volpe?"

"I'll never tell."

"Was it Nina Capelli?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."

"Was it Maria Piriano?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?"

"Please, Father Lombardi, I cannot tell you."

The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that. But you have sinned and must atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself."

Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Anthony slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"

"Four months vacation and five good leads."
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