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| Jesus, I really need to get something off my chest. | |
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| I'm nailed to this cross here and it hurts like you cannot believe, but by all means, tell me what troubles you, my son. | |
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| I'm not sure how to say this, Jesus. | |
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| Just let it out my son. Yes, I'm in excruciating agony, but I'm totally here for you. | |
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| Don't ever talk to me again. | |
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