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I was told there was no God anywhere . I believe this for I was told by an angel , and he was my friend . There is water in the fountain , and blood in the animal . The angel had this same blood in him - it has no color and is red .
I was told there was no God anywhere . I believe this for I was told by an angel , and he was my friend . There is water in the fountain , and blood in the animal . The angel had this same blood in him - it has no color and is red .
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You've no idea what it does for you to be told you're a happy person . SYBIL Well , are you ? GLORIA Oh , Sybil , I don't know . I don't think about it . The point is , it's a very special sort of compliment to be told you are . Happy .
You've no idea what it does for you to be told you're a happy person . SYBIL Well , are you ? GLORIA Oh , Sybil , I don't know . I don't think about it . The point is , it's a very special sort of compliment to be told you are . Happy .
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We roomed together , I told him , when she didn't even like . Manhattan , and wanted to go back home . I told him about you , Gloria , and he explained the whole thing to me . You know what he told me ? GLORIA No , Sybil .
We roomed together , I told him , when she didn't even like . Manhattan , and wanted to go back home . I told him about you , Gloria , and he explained the whole thing to me . You know what he told me ? GLORIA No , Sybil .
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