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Moths ate my wedding suit. Well, they didn’t eat the whole suit; they just ate holes in it. And it might not even be moths because I’ve never seen moths in our closet and maybe there’s another critter that enjoys eating wool. The point is my wedding suit is ruined and I can’t wear it again; I probably can’t even give it away. It’s a waste, and it’s a shame, and that’s on me.
For Wilshire Baptist Church
It’s a colossal failure and all the world can see it. Walk by or drive by our house and you can see it. In fact, it may show up on Google Satellite View when they update their photos. I’m talking about the winter rye grass I spread over the yard in December.
For Wilshire Baptist Church
“They lived in a fever all the time. Awake, they acted more like caged wild animals than normal human beings. Excitement! Ever more excitement! It seemed they were unable to sit quiet and think for any length of time but must have frequent new contacts from the outside to enable them to exist. It would seem their inner selves were not good company.”
