When I said catalogs I meant catalogs for office supplies and packing materials. Not catalogs from fellow publishers. I keep those of course.
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Look at the feet. A broken bottle of incense lies on the floor. She lies there weeping and kissing the Son of God. She mops her tears with her hair. Some think its disgusting. His money man is sickened by the waste. The Son of God says "When you're forgiven much you love much." This humiliating, messy, desperate attempt at kindness is my kind of story. It illustrates the only kind of faith that fits me.
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when editing, i print it off on stories i edited previously, then I use the paper for bonfires (after I've saved the changes, of course).
Wow, bonfires! I couldn't really do that in the office here in Chicago.
Yes, probably not the wisest place to do things like that.
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