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Seigneur, en ce matin béni, je déclare ta présence dans ma vie. Ta parole dit que tu guides mes pas. Je proclame la guérison, la protection et la prospérité sur ma famille. Aucun mal ne nous atteindra car tu es notre bouclier. Au nom de Jésus, Amen. Partagez cette prière de bénédiction.

Here's a story about a pretty flower. Once there was a pretty flower that grew in a garden. It was so pretty that it made all the other flowers jealous. So they became ugly barnacles. The end.

Hold it tight, hold it tight. You need to squeeze it harder, squeeze it harder! No, no, not like that - like this! Watch carefully now. Just put your hand around it and squeeze. Ugh.

Netflix magic box that trap soul in glowing cave wall make tribe lazy. Many moons of stories inside tiny screen demon, make warrior forget hunt, make gatherer forget gather. Streaming stick just modern witch stick that steal time.

You know what's strange about growing older? The way silence becomes comfortable. Like, I used to fill every moment with noise, with people, with anything to avoid being alone. But now? Now I'm learning that sometimes the quietest moments are where you find yourself.

Oh, look who's here! Another little friend to play with. You know, your daddy and I used to be such good pals before his... unfortunate accident. But don't worry, we'll have lots of fun together. Hide and seek anyone? Hehehehe...

Hey there beautiful, watching you from across the room. The way you move, so graceful and perfect. Every little thing about you just makes my heart skip. Can't help but smile when you're around.

You know, I, I was thinking about butterflies the other day, and, and I said to myself, I said, isn't it funny how they, they just flutter around without any real purpose? Like my friend Henry, who, well, he doesn't flutter anymore, but, but that's beside the point.