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• 1993-05-12
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• In Eagan Baptist Church
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• 2006-06-08
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• Student.
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• Rebecca
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• Well I have done a lot of things that I have achieved.It is hard to choose. Member of Eagan Baptist Church
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• 1996
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• Inu-yasha,Yu-Gi-Oh,Trigun,Sailor Moon, Trinity Blood and all of the rest of them.
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• To be a vet. To Be a Christian Singer.To witness to all of the people I can Witness to till I die.
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• Singing,Going to Church,and Hanging with my friends and family. I also like to play Basketball and do drama to song. I also love to RP with my friends on here, Night Shade, Jamo, and 27_Jade_27
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• Singing, Drawing,
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
EBC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay evereyone! What is up? Nothing much here just getting ready for church. I am going to Eagan Baptist Church. It remindes me of Fonde Baptist. I really miss that church. It is now shut down but on well. Here is the story.
Sitting on the simple bedside table/desk was a silver tray, containing a large porcelain cup and saucer, a small pot of milk and a tiny slip of paper. The cup was steaming heavily, as if it had been brought not seconds before she’d arrived. Looking around the room warily, Esther scoffed at herself. There was barely room for her in here, let alone a place for someone else to hide. She peered out the door and down the hall; seeing no-one, she closed the door securely and approached the desk.
The familiar, soothing fragrance of Sister Kate’s herbal tea wafted up to her nostrils. Her brow furrowed faintly. They were never allowed to have tea in their rooms, let alone after Vespers – although she’d had it in Istvan whenever she liked, and missed that freedom dearly. But no one would have known that here, would they? She picked up the scrap of paper, while adding the milk to her taste, and her eyes widened to see a small piece of chocolate that had been hidden beneath it.
It was very brief, a hasty, awkward scribble of a note, and the paper was quite obviously torn from the edge of a mission report form. It said simply:
Sister Esther,
I can’t not share these, they are delicious.
By the way, you are only trouble when packing a snowball.
Thank you.
- A
Esther let a smile creep across her face, and picked up the cup of tea to cradle it in her hands as she sat on the edge of her narrow bed. And she felt no embarrassment or impropriety in remembering a brief, stolen moment in the snow, when she thought she might have seen just a hint of spring thaw in her friend’s glacial-blue eyes
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