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He came to the Heavenly City the New Jerusalem and the two hours open and Jesus was standing there and holds up the angels and the complete spirit.

So, my ramen comes, and I dive in. It’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth! I’m slurpin’ away, and I can’t help but smile. This is what life’s about, man. But then, I look out the window, and I see a guy in a suit, just standin’ there, lookin’ all stressed. I’m like, “Dude, you need some ramen in your life!”