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| Jesus? What should I do about the guys at school who call me fat and try to rub my belly for luck? | |
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| You know... if those guys were picking on me, I'd cast them into the depths of hell, where their flesh would continually be flayed and their eyes and tounges seared with red-hot pokers | |
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| But then again, I am the Son of God. I'd bet that a fat whiner like yourself has no choice but learn to take it and like it | |
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