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Monday, Apr. 14, 2008
12:37 p.m.
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I walked up, four minutes late, and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, a chorus from inside--close and getting closer--"Amanda! Amanda! Amanda!" Then the sound of jumping. "Amanda! Amanda!"

His mother opened the door and there he was, hopping up and down, yelling my name. God's Judge. God's Gift.

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