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[artnotinheaven]

Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head,
and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,
And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb,
and naked shall I return thither:
the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away;
blessed be the name of the Lord.

-- Job 1: 20-21

These shoes seem to be a problem, don't they?

Girl. John.

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[lazarus_rises]

Amen.

[artnotinheaven]

Thank you. Are you a follower of His word?

[lazarus_rises]

Oh yeah, I'm a big fan.

(And for once, he's not being a smartass.)

[video]

[greyhanded]

Are you from a church?

[video]

[artnotinheaven]

Yes, child. Something like that.

[video]

[greyhanded]

It's a pretty verse. And true.

[video]

[artnotinheaven]

That it is, very much so.

Do you read the Scripture, then?

[Voice]

[thehellblazer]

Can always go barefoot.

No, not yet.

And her name's Willow. 'Less you wanna be called 'angel' all the bleeding time.

[Voice]

[artnotinheaven]

I prefer it, myself.

Hm. I see.

I would prefer not to address her at all.

[Voice]

[thehellblazer]

Never did understand what angels had against clothes.

Concerned, Gabriel?

Yeah? And why's that?

[Voice]

[artnotinheaven]

I enjoy the modesty, just as I enjoy clothes. It's shoes I don't care for; I prefer to feel Father's work against my soles.

...hardly.

I found her insufferable.