You know it’s time to come out from that pile of books
you’ve been behind for the past three weeks when your husband, in all
seriousness, wonders about shooting them. Not because he’s annoyed, mind you,
but curious. He’s been left to himself too much, I think.
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Marcia Moston I don’t mean the kind of pirate treasures you’d like to find buried in your backyard, but the kind that God has hidden deep i...
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