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Jon: Sometimes I believe in god. Nancy: Really? Jon: Yeh, like on perfectly still summer days, when there's no movement at all. Then I try to light a cigarette, and a big gust of wind comes and blows out my match. Frickin' god! He's such a goodie good. Nancy: Yeh. --http://www.advancednet.net/objectcity/o.htm |
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