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Jan 2014
When I was a child, there was an announcement on the News at noon.  They said we should flee to the mountains, because Jesus was coming soon.
I remember when night arrived, my father prepared to take a shower.  The old cold pipes burst out like a machine gun; my sisters and I knew this was the hour.
We knew that Jesus had come; we began to jump upon the bed.  Only to be disappointed, by the false News, that was read.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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