“Advertising, this is Dianne.” “Mom, I forgot my lunch, can you bring it to me?” “Sister Dianne, would you be able to take charge of Sunday’s lunch?” “Hi Dianne, would you be able to go across the street and check on my mom?” “Mrs. Maddox, are...
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
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