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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
just remember something.

this morning took the same bus.

as usual, Burton was there.

on the way to school.

he told me this.

during the holidays, i read the bible.

the main thing: his a non-christian.

he said: i read the book of Genesis, Matthew, Revolution etc...

i asked him again.

u read the bible during the holidays?

he said.

ya. cos i'm free(:

i just smile back.

at that moment...

i wondered.

even a non-christian read the bible during holidays.

why didn't i did that?

i'm so free.

yet i never even thought of that.

what a shame.

God reminded me. (:

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