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“Why should I fear God? All your gods misbehave. Besides, do you suggest that God does not know the truth Himself? Do you think He needs us to display the actual truth to Him? You are a bigger fool than I thought! The reality is that we are placed on this world for His amusement. And I will give Him a great show!”

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The Thugs & a Courtesan

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