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Yeah, what could possibly go wrong with that?
Whole congregation takes aim at a lousy choir soloist?
You know I think that could actually happen in our church.And come to think of it, our director does seem to keep moving...Tough crowd.
Nobody calls me a Manichean--draw, stranger!
Hahaha!Paul, metal detectors are your friend.
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Yeah, what could possibly go wrong with that?
Whole congregation takes aim at a lousy choir soloist?
You know I think that could actually happen in our church.
And come to think of it, our director does seem to keep moving...
Tough crowd.
Nobody calls me a Manichean--draw, stranger!
Hahaha!
Paul, metal detectors are your friend.
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