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56 Stories For Preaching
Jim brought in the last of the boxes from the moving van.
Sally met him with a glass of iced tea and they sat on the porch.
Jim gulped his drink down. Sally sipped hers and looked at the
porch -- their porch, their house. She felt like running in and
out of their front door; a little girl playing house. She was so
excited to have their own front door, their own home.
"Isn't it great to be home -- our own home?" Sally clinked her glass against Jim's.
"Isn't it great to be home -- our own home?" Sally clinked her glass against Jim's.

