
A few minutes ago I got an e-mail saying the girl on the left is actually Yvette Dita.


This is the look on my face while I'm waiting for things to straighten themselves out. Maybe it's time to head back out to sea.
How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
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