Every christmas my dad tells me the story of the night of Christmas eve when i was three years old...my dad and i were on our way to get a Christmas tree and i guess i was WAY excited and it was ALL i could talk about. But sometime on our way to get it we came across a homeless man and he asked my father for money. My father did not really want to
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The other day I was in a purity conference and the pastor used the word liberated. It was so cool to know what it ment so I could know what the hack he was talking about!!
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