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Index
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Remember that word—you’re going to need it
We are our brother’s keeper
You’ve got so much soul, baby
Be my black widow and bite me tonight
You get right with the Lord
She’s a real Jesus freak, man
Religion gives you the heebie-jeebies?
Give me a break, Lord
Thanks—I needed that
I told you I didn’t do it
Here I go to earn my kiss
My world starts in my heart
It all depends, you know?
Bury my talent where?
Where’s the lie?
What’s this crap?
I can’t do this
Is there a problem?
We didn’t really have sex, did we?
What would Jesus do?
There are moments of grace
He went to the Lord at high noon
I love your daughter
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