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Okay, I'm gonna make this real simple. I am not married to Jesus. I can understand why people may think I am. I
make the guy breakfast every morning, do his laundry (of course he owns only one robe so it isn't that hard), and do his grocery
shopping. Also, I swear the dude needs a mother, not a wife. Lord almighty, the guy kicks off his sandals and just leaves
them wherever they happen to land. Exasperating. Anyway, I may nag him a bit but he needs it. You would think the Son
of God would be able to pick up his crap now and again.
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