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More of a fizzle than a blast, imperfect presence rearranged. What was there before, present now. Nothing of value, nothing worth shouting about...
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| What is it that you fear so much, surely not a loving God ? | |
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| If ye were all that he could muster, maybe he wasted his time ? | |
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