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The next time you or I go to complain raise your hands up and tell God forgive me. Let my hands and my mouth clothe the homeless, feed the sick, and let not one gift in me depart with me when my chapter is closed. Sis there is always someone somewhere worst off than you and I. God forgive us! Tears!
