My father died when I was young. He was out delivering Christmas packages like he did every year. My mom said that… — Fred Willard Copy Share Image
“There was once a rich man, who dressed in purple robes and fine linen, and feasted every day in great splendor. Near… — Dan Marshall Copy Share Image
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