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“You give us your covenant of protecting our free will because you love us!

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Just sky and sand and the silence above it all. It was just him…and GOD. “YOU’RE π IS BULLSHIT!” Ray screamed at the sky, his voice tearing itself raw. Above him, white puffy clouds adorned the lower atmosphere like scattered wads of cotton balls—soft and obscene against the perfect blue. “You give us your covenant of protecting our free will because you love us! You command your middle management not to interfere.

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