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Once, when I was in elementary school, there was a thing called a SLAM BOOK being passed around. For those who don't know, a SLAM BOOK was a notebook in which each page had numbered lines which corresponded to the same line on the pages that followed. A person would put her name on the first page; whichever line was the next available, and then, on the pages that followed, she would answer the questions on that page on the same numbered line each time. For example, I might sign my name on line number 9 and then I would put my answers on the corresponding line on each page; number 9.One day, we WILL have to give an account for our actions, and that will be a day we never forget. I'd like to keep my list as short as possible so that I don't have to look God in the eyes and admit to all the times I've wallowed in sin.
The questions varied and were anything from: "What's the worst thing you've ever done", to "What's your favorite color?".
I, unfortunately, made the poor decision to fill out a SLAM BOOK.
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