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The sun rose and shined upon the convent, but not upon unconscious nuns. Everyone was busy at work when the doorbell rang at dawn. Sister Maria opened the door to see a tiny baby on the doorstep. She took it inside and read the note attached to the infant's blanket:
"We can no longer keep our baby boy Josh. Please take him in and raise him as one of you--"
At this point the writing abruptly stopped.
After all of the nuns had read the note, they declared, "We shall raise him as one of us, just as the letter said."
~18 years later~
"Thank you, sisters, for taking me in, teaching me your ways, and providing for me for all these years," Josh said. "However, it is time for me to give up the ways of being a nun and become a drummer. I will no longer be known as Sister Josh. Farewell, nuns."
After a dramatic pause, Josh threw off his habit to reveal brightly colored hair peeking out from under a backwards snapback, a long jersey style shirt over leather skinny jeans, and bright red sneakers. As the nuns gasped at how he almost looked like one of those annoying fuckboys from South Philly, and wished they had given him better fashion advice, Josh raised his arm and, seemingly out of nowhere, two drumsticks flew into his hand. Then he jumped up and landed on a skateboard which had materialised under his feet.
"Cya, nuns!" Josh yelled as he skateboarded off into the sunset.
THE END.