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Dear Tad

Dear Tad,

You can’t handle the truth! Despite this, I, who may or may not be made of concrete, love you.

Heed me just one thing: Do what thou wilt, and harm none in thy doing. That should have been the only thing in the Bible, really, but you know how it is… The Telephone Game.

Thank you for not pretending,
God

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