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| God, why did I ever make that plea to Satan. Why did I trust him Lord? Why? He TRICKED me! All I wanted to do was touch my boys again. | |
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| Errrrgghh...The Devil gave me a memo. He said to tell a guy with a white collar to plant these flowers when he gets here... Oh, and God can't hear you when you're here. | |
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