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Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you. James 1:27

Saturday, May 17, 2014

What a Medicine Shop Was Meant to Be!!

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Paige sighed leaned against his half brother. Madison worked out the way in front.

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