My Lord God, even now I accept at Thy hand, cheerfully and willingly, with all its anxieties, pains and sufferings, whatever kind of death it shall please Thee to be mine. Amen.
19/10/2011
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17/10/2011
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“It wasn’t like I was obsessing. Or that I’d counted the seven times I’d caught Matty looking at me since school started. Eight if you counted the time I wiped out on the quesadilla. And I did. It counted.”
Awkward. 1.02 “Knocker Nightmare”
“Yes. You in the back.”
“I’m not raising my hand.”Awkward. 1.01 “Pilot”
