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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Where I Started But In A Different Place
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Mar 22nd, 2005, 05:09 PM
Jesus once tapped on my sugar door. I looked through the peep-hole. He was wearing a crisply starched white shirt and a wide black tie. He had sweat stains under his arm pits but, nonetheless, seemed an amiable sort of fellow. I returned to the living room to finish watching the "X-Files" before my ice cream melted.
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