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On the seventh day, God sat in the corner, a bottle of scotch in his left hand, crying: “Oh, no… What have I done? What have I done?” On the seventh day, God sat in the corner, a bottle of scotch in his left hand, crying: “Oh, no… What have I done? What have I done?”
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