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| I'm begining to think that bus will never come. I'm so cold, wish I had some clothes. | |
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| Don't feel bad Jesus, it will come someday. | |
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| Ahhhhhhh Burn talking bench! | |
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| Ahhhhhh why have you betrayed me Jesus? | |
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| Well at least I'm warmer! | |
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