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Graeme loved his house. Their house was on a bluff that overlooked the ocean where his dad was the lighthouse keeper. He loved it during a storm. The waves crashed against the rocks, and sometimes the spray even hit the house. Following a summer storm, when the waves where still high, Graeme would sit on the porch and see how long it would take him to get completely soaked. On a good day, he

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He isn’t the first, and probably won’t be last. Blown in from the briny ocean, cod cheeks and hard tack, his eyes were lifted up and his heart filled with the bright hopes of the big buck. So here he came from the top of the rock to rock bottom. His hopes weren’t the only things dashed upon the rocks; his relationships were also floundering. Clinging to the lifeline of security were three

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It was an exciting time at the Good News Bible Club. The boys and girls would come after school and have a great time. They would sing songs, have quizzes, and hear fantastic Bible stories about Jesus and His love. After singing and story time, the kids would gather together for craft time. The boys were working on bird houses. Joey liked to help as much as possible. He couldn't do much

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Joel had an old bike. It was recovered form a scrap heap behind someone's garage. It had solid rubber tires and a bunch of rags tied around the cross bar to act as a seat. He had looked at new bikes in the store and dreamed of owning one. One with real tires, a real seat and shiny chrome wheels and a nice paint job.Joel's dad was very kind. If he said he would do something, he always kept his

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After the kids were fed the sixteen large pizzas and consumed four cases of pop as well as 200 cups of orange drink. There were about 100 kids. They were sent to have a rest in children's church.Jesus Himself knowing all things stayed behind to pray. Now it was late, the service had gone long. Children's church was in full swing. The workers were in the middle of the children and He was alone in

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The JewelsHe had searched a long time for the treasure. Soon now he would have the most valuable jewels in the world. He had paid the price and was now waiting for the delivery. CP, for that is what every one called him, stretched out in his office and dreamed of holding the ruby, emerald, and sapphire. He could imagine everyone wanting to view the treasures that would soon belong to him. He

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