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We had some Jehovahs come by a few weeks ago. I answered the door holding one snotty kid in my arms and one by the hand. I told them to come back later as if they talked to me they would get sick and die because they can't receive medical attention. *closes door*
This past week, the doorbell rings. Look through the peephole and it's my Jehovahas again. I walk in the kitchen and tell my wife it's for her. =)
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