Morning prayers
Deer Lard,
Pleez keep me, mam, Papa, Amo, mine antis, all kreeashon safe, healthy, Peecefull and keep me "humble".
Amen
I am sik
My stomak is cracking and I won't eat. Plus I feel tired. Sigh the end
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YOU WILL NEED TO TURN UP YOUR VOLUMES.
Now, after your prayers, Bottun, rest. You've been so busy and gone so far.
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