Circumstance

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By George Chow

There is circumstance of issue and manners stuck in my throat. I can only imagine an empty world without neighbors and people on the streets with the invisible God never shows his ultimacy divine. I feel it would make me less pressure. But i still have to pay my grocery. And the church only open as I commiting my bows to Jesus. How I learn depend on how many people find me missing for granted. Then you guess where would I be now. And if you see me, consider me did not see you, or a way of a murder cause by a threat of death.

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