No, dear, you're in fact touchablejust as I was in our accident.Dont be so proudyou think you're immortal, girl.I. Love. You.I want you Upstairs after death.Bad.Let this be your catalyst:wanna PEACEof Me?-Jesus
PROVE! TO! ME!this finite existenceis more XX-citingthan eternalSeventh-Heaven...and I'll gitchaa pitcher-O-beerUpstairs, babe.No charge!Im buds withe Owner...
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