special promised

Two days until Easter.
These will be special promised holiday treats.
No one's getting them.
Can you understand what I'm talking about?

This nice full foreign female cashier
She has a round face and black hair.
She ran outside after a man whose
payment for a large sum of money didn't go through her cash register.
Perhaps she's not an experienced cashier, allowing this to happen.
But she caught up with him already on the street and brought him back for payment.
He unhappily pushed me away from the payment terminal
With a wide gesture, along with my inner positivity,
But he paid for his purchase with another charge card.

And then she, counting my purchases,
told it to me, an outsider, as a loved one,
as he quickened his step, and it was a real dramatic chase,
Although there was a line of people behind me and they were waiting.
Shall we be heartfelt like Hollywood actors?
I laughed and said, and he could have been in an auto.
And you could consider his capture a great stroke of luck.

And the people in line sympathized with her too,
We all had a last day discount coupon.
But it's a happy ending to the story.
He almost got away, yeah, such a solid man.
What was wrong with his card?

Well, I got my liquor at a big discount today.
I didn't know, I don't get into that sort of thing.
But I'm happy for that lady cashier.

Two days till Easter.
We don't know who's negotiating with who with the cashier.
But there was some kind of promise on some side about a happy ending.
Easter is a symbol of the body of Christ? Is it? I just don't know.
I hope they get to share it amongst themselves.


Well, in ancient Japan as well as in the Roman Empire
hung Christian missionaries along the roads on crosses,
as representatives of a very dangerous destructive sect.
So said the writer Pelevin,
, however,
Perhaps he didn't say that.
We probably shouldn't mention it now.
But I like Christ.
Although the bible I read as a kid was as thick as my thumb.
Do you have more information?

I won't drink your blood.
Well, eating his body after his demise,
is, if I'm not mistaken, from the will of the philosopher Plato himself, for his friends.
!only for his friends.! That's literally, it was pretty wild in there.
The nice cashier and I don't know anything about that, really.
We're glad we got the insolvent uncle back.

But I don't know the parable of these traditional meals, that's a disorder.
Education gap.
My education is a blank slate with some black dots.

The neuro-intelligence wrote everything, as you might have guessed,
all the theological and political questions that may have arisen are sent to it as well.

Gpt maker welcome. (free version)


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