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Zechariah’s Dream
At first it was awful, the silence. I was angry, of course. I fumed around the house, slammed doors, felt sorry for myself. After a
At first it was awful, the silence. I was angry, of course. I fumed around the house, slammed doors, felt sorry for myself. After a
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