I woke up in my top bunk in the orphanage. Its my 15th year here. Why won't anyone adopt me? Suddenly I hear a crashing sound and people in the hall start screaming! What's going on? I throw myself off the top bunk and land flat on my back. I forwards roll all the way to the door and open it. I stand up and find all of the orphanage staff bowing on the ground. I advert my gaze to the man standing in front of them. Could it be? No. Yes! It is! 🤩 The Pope!
Pope Francis looks me in the eyes and walks over to me. He pulls out a paper from his robe thing. It's adoption papers! He adopts me.
We fly back to Italy and he shows me my new home.
"Wow Mr. Pope! Thanks for adopting me!" I say.
He answers something in Italian that I do not understand.
That night I fall asleep in my king sized bed.
At approximately 4:02 am I am awakened by a noise in my bedroom. I look around but there is nobody there. Suddenly I turn around again and I am face to face with the Pope. I scream. He looks at me dead in the eyes and whispers "repent of your sins you hag" in perfect English. I refuse. He drop kicks me across the room.
The end.
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