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the soggy bread tasted bland on my tongue. i knew this was for god, but does that mean it had to taste like nothing? i didn't think so. luckily, the grape juice they reserved for children came next and I gulped that down so fast and said, in the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost.
a dozen? a dozen eggs? eggs are the best.
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