The Misadventures
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Last published Wed, Apr 10, 2019
This story is a work of my imagination. Any resemblance to real person/s is purely incidental. If in any way you will find the content offensive, I am open for debate.
I believe that this thing exist. I am in no way maligning God.
I just know that love is everywhere. Love can be felt by anyone. You're not immune, even a seminarian.
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