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I have just returned home from my night shift. It was a rainy night. I was just sitting in my armchair, when suddenly, someone knocked on my door. Who could it be? I opened the door. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Jesus. Jesus Christ himself was standing on my door mat. His beautiful eyes locked on with mine. The street lamps gave his glorious brown hair a nice, pleasing yellow shade. I let him enter. He closed the door, and walked to me, he embraced me, breathing hot air on my neck. He started embracing me tighter. He was whispering "do you love Jesus?" into my ear. "Yes, I do" I replied, with steam coming from my mouth. He then came closer, and leaned in for a kiss. Our beards touched. It tickled. He went all in, gripping me ever so strongly, and kissing me passionately. I was thirsty for his God given gracious baton. We moved to the bedroom, still kissing. I hopped on the bed, and he closed the door. It was the most exciting experience of my life. His holy liquid has stained my pillows I bought on Amazon yesterday. But I didn't mind. My love for Jesus was stronger than my anger. When we were done, I sat on his lap, and he was petting my head. I made love to Jesus. I couldn't believe it. He then leaned to me, and said: "I need to go now, my planet needs me". He then opened the window, jumped from it, and he flown away. Goodbye Jesus, I'll always leave room for you.