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On the road to Damascus...
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| Saul of Tarsus! Why are you persecuting me? | |
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| Gasp! A vision! You want me to follow you, O Lord! | |
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| A schmuck like you I need latching on like some kinda shikker parasite? Oy, no thanks. I'm here to read you your pedigree. | |
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| Listen to you. Oh, oh, I'm blind, woe is me. Hey, Yahweh LIKES me, and look where it got me. | |
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| Is it too late to take up tax collecting or grass threshing or something? | |
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