Except for you. My faith was like a willow in the wind.
I am not certain what that means, though my Malkavian senses tell me it is a friendly statement, and I have a Bette Midler song on the fringe of being in my mind.
WWG1WGA.
NB: We've spoken a lot over the last three years, you know my voice by now.
Oh, I know you. More, I sense you.
I was mostly being fatuous.
Fatuous times inspire fatuous interactions.
All you need to know is this; God has returned, it has been his voice waking up the masses to the evil that surrounds them.
This is not for discussion, as I know this as fact...Q918.
Thank you for being here.
But God never went anywhere.
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