manuscriptx
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On a clear day I can see forever. Look up at those white puffy clouds, beyond the pail, the long endeavor and a frail old man speaks. I am proud.
Saint Peter says hello, the long-winded degenerate crawling in forgiveness, begging and pleading for just a glimpse. Go face your fears, swallow your pride, and remember what you did in a past life. God is the spirit that never hampered your choices. You picked up a stone, threw it into a river, the smile on your face was good enough for Satan. The key is not what you did, it's but what you didn't do.
This is no test. I am truly sorry. I feel for you, we all do. But alas you must forgive, truly mean it this time. Think about that for all eternity. Even so, we won't forgive, that is called justice. Tears streaming down, he knew the answer. I saw it plain as day.
He forgot the magic wand. The sandstorm carries him away like a butterfly pigeon through the night.
Saint Peter says hello, the long-winded degenerate crawling in forgiveness, begging and pleading for just a glimpse. Go face your fears, swallow your pride, and remember what you did in a past life. God is the spirit that never hampered your choices. You picked up a stone, threw it into a river, the smile on your face was good enough for Satan. The key is not what you did, it's but what you didn't do.
This is no test. I am truly sorry. I feel for you, we all do. But alas you must forgive, truly mean it this time. Think about that for all eternity. Even so, we won't forgive, that is called justice. Tears streaming down, he knew the answer. I saw it plain as day.
He forgot the magic wand. The sandstorm carries him away like a butterfly pigeon through the night.