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Sister Agnes was known in her small parish for her peculiar habit of sneaking sips of wine from the sacramental supply, her cheeks perpetually flushed with a rosy hue. One evening, after an especially indulgent session with a bottle of aged Bordeaux, she stumbled outside to gaze at the stars and ponder the universe. The questions that had quietly brewed in her mind for years—about the existence of God, suffering, and the cosmos—flooded her with an intensity that no amount of prayer could calm. The next morning, hungover but resolute, she announced to the astonished congregation that she had found peace, not in faith, but in the embrace of reason and doubt. Sister Agnes left the convent with a liberated heart, trading her habit for jeans and a backpack, ready to explore the world without the veil of religion—or hangovers.