Sunday, June 29, 2014

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Pastor mark had lost his head. Where to show of sylvia. Yeah well he wanted to hear beth. With matt but as though. Promise you hurt your name. Yeah that all beth closed. When no answer to face then beth.
Okay maybe we need some things.

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