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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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I just made my second pot of coffee.
I got a phone call this morning and my buddy wanted to talk about things that may happen this evening or tomorrow. I said, "Wait. I have to make coffee and move these chairs. I'm not willing to think past that. Check with me later."
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