Carol. I will leave the sentence blank. You fill it in.
Carol,
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Or a paragraph. Do as you wish. I busted you months ago, and have no desire for another moment of it. Thanks.
As for this place, it is a great hole, where there is no amount of reason or truth that could ever fill it. It is one of hundreds, one of thousands, like it, worse even, and frankly, Carol, it is free will choice to be here, and that is your perogative.
It is my free will choice to leave and get some fresh air and I must.
You stand on the huge rock in a group all you want, hoping the weight of your bodies will hold it down and hide the creepy crawlies under it. Just hope they don't slither out, though, and one day end up in YOUR house. You always kind of hope they go the other way, I'll bet, huh?
Well, keep hoping the army of slime you are all incubating does stay in someone else's neighborhood. But the statistics are going against you, and the one thing I know about satan, he is a horrible sadist and loves to turn on his own, and always does.
Happy hunting. Oh, and goodby. Parting is such sweet sorrow, as the poem says. But, as we like to say, and don't always believe it ourselves, but the Bible says it's true: Jesus loves you. Even if I have a real hard time with it.
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