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the preist that we meet stand to their feet to greet the Sunday church goers there to seek the spiritual guidance from the men of the cloth where the preist draws the line between good and evil mines in the confession box in their holy sanctuary
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
In Their Holy Sanctuary
the preist that we meet stand to their feet to greet the Sunday church goers there to seek the spiritual guidance from the men of the cloth where the preist draws the line between good and evil mines in the confession box in their holy sanctuary
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
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