Plain Faith: A True Story of Tragedy, Loss and Leaving the Amish

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This is the true story of Ora-Jay and Irene Eash, Amish farmers from northwest Montana whose lives changed in an instant when a semi-truck struck the family buggy, killing their two young daughters.

After the accident, the couple turned to their Amish community for comfort, but they remained haunted by the thought that they might not see their girls again in heaven. Would their deeds be good enough? Eventually Ora-Jay and Irene learned that grace—not works—was enough to ensure ...

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Overview

This is the true story of Ora-Jay and Irene Eash, Amish farmers from northwest Montana whose lives changed in an instant when a semi-truck struck the family buggy, killing their two young daughters.

After the accident, the couple turned to their Amish community for comfort, but they remained haunted by the thought that they might not see their girls again in heaven. Would their deeds be good enough? Eventually Ora-Jay and Irene learned that grace—not works—was enough to ensure their place in eternity. But with that knowledge came the realization that they could no longer live in an Amish community that didn’t share this precious belief. Could they sever their connection to the Amish family they loved?

This is the story of their journey to the hope that is heaven, a hope stronger than the loss of children, family, and a way of life. Fans of Amish fiction will appreciate such a real-life look into the Amish community, co-written by bestselling author Tricia Goyer, and readers of all kinds will resonate with this tale of courage, resilience, and the redemption found in the grace of Jesus.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780310336839
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 5/6/2014
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 242,145
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 0.70 (d)

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Ora-Jay and Irene Eash live in Northwest Montana where they have a small horse farm, offering sleigh and wagon rides. Five of their nine children are married, and they have four grandchildren. You can find out more at www.horsedrawnmontana.com.

USA Today bestselling author Tricia Goyer is the author of more than 40 books, including the novelization for Moms’ Night Out. She has written over 500 articles for national publications and blogs for high traffic sites like The Better Mom.com and Mom Life Today.com. Tricia and her husband, John, live in Little Rock, Arkansas, where Tricia coordinates a Teen MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group. They have six children.

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Plain Faith


By Irene Eash, Ora Jay Eash, Tricia Goyer

ZONDERVAN

Copyright © 2014 Ora Jay Eash and Irene Eash
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-33683-9



CHAPTER 1

No Simple Choices


ORA JAY

Nothing in life prepares you for losing a child. But losing two daughters on the same night ... the pain is too much to describe. While I was growing up Amish, my life centered on trusting God and believing that His way is perfect; yet I wouldn't be human if I didn't question why a tragedy like this had to happen. And with the questions came guilt ... guilt that I'd been asleep at the road crossing when I should have been awake ... guilt that after having two girls I had worried that I'd never have a son ... guilt that as a father I was supposed to protect my children instead of standing helplessly as they slipped from this world into eternity. Guilt.

What could I do with that guilt except carry it and pretend it wasn't there? At least that's what I believed for many years, that the guilt was mine to carry, that the rules I followed and the life I lived in my community would be good enough to reunite me with my daughters in the afterlife.

Yet as my wife will testify, there was a moment that was even harder than losing the girls. It was the moment we chose no longer to be Amish. The pain of it ripped at our hearts, but on the other side of that pain was hope. Like a rim of sunlight peeking over a storm cloud, the hope was plain and simple — that we could place our salvation in Jesus' hands, not in our works. Could it be enough? Is it enough?

The thought was crazy for those who were raised having the smallest details of their lives and dress under constant inspection. For us Amish — who know the width of each garment's hem, the placement of a prayer kapp upon the head, and the correct expression when singing hymns from the Ausband — the wild abandon of trusting in grace alone seemed foolish. And walking away from the approval of everyone we knew and loved seemed foolish too.

There are familiar Scripture verses that we learned growing up:

Come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord. (2 Corinthians 6:17 KJV)

Be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. (Romans 12:2 KJV)

Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness? (2 Corinthians 6:14 KJV)

Yet when Irene and I started reading God's Word for ourselves, we discovered other verses too — like this one:

Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it. (Matthew 10:37–39)

Plain Faith is the story of how we lost everything — first our daughters, then our community, then our Amish way of life. Some of our old friends claim we left the Amish for the "world." We believe differently. But you'll see that for yourself as you follow our journey.

In the end, our story isn't about what we lost. It's about what we found ...

Whom we found.

CHAPTER 2

The Girls


ORA JAY

August 27, 1982

Children's laughter met our ears as I pulled up and parked our buggy in front of my cousin Floyd's house. Floyd and Ruth lived quite a spell from us, but it was worth the trip because we had two girls who'd be meeting their cousins for the first time.

Irene and the children climbed out of the buggy, and I proceeded to the barn to unhitch the tired horse. After months of good intentions we were finally getting together. All us cousins had been busy with the task of raising our young families. We had long told each other we wanted to get together. We wanted our children to know their cousins. Even though it would be a long night (twelve miles by buggy each way takes nearly an hour and a half), the ice cream social was our first attempt at coming together for fellowship as a family.

My bones were weary as I unhitched the horse, but I tried to hide my tiredness behind a smile. Irene and I had finished building our new house, and I was in the middle of remodeling the barn. Construction occupied my mind and time. If Amish men learn anything, it's a good work ethic. As long as the sun is in the sky, there is work to be done.

Our two daughters, Suetta and Sarah Mae, raced toward their girl cousins. Dark-haired Sarah Mae was always able to keep up with her older sister. She'd learned to walk at nine months old and had never slowed down since. At seven and five, our girls were opposites in so many ways. Suetta was blond with blue eyes and Sarah Mae dark. Irene's family is made up of girls, and when we started having children we had two girls right away, though that troubled me. I thought, Aren't we going to have any boys? Later, after we lost the girls, I knew I was being selfish.

Our young boys raced off to play too. Marion, our third child and first boy, had coal-black hair. He was nearly four. Eli Ray, who looked very similar to Marion, was just a little more than two, and Irene was heavy with our next child. With two girls and two boys — and another on the way — I was blessed and thankful for the family God had given me.

Earlier that day Suetta had come in to greet me. It was one of her first days at the local Amish parochial school. She had walked home one and a half miles from the one-room schoolhouse.

"Hey, Dat!" She paused at the entrance to the barn. Her golden hair glowed in the sun. She waved, and I offered a quick wave back, but I didn't stop to chat.

I said a simple hello to my daughter but not much more. I had to hurry so we could make it to the ice cream social on time. What I hadn't realized was that short conversation with seven-year-old Suetta would be one of our last. The evening would be filled with conversation and laughter with family, but tears would descend with the darkness.

If I could go back, I would have set aside my work and lingered. I would have asked her about her day. I would have been more patient. I would have listened and remembered — always remembered — her voice.

I wish I could remember more about that night at the ice cream social too. Had Suetta's cheeks turned pink as she raced around the yard with the other children? Had Sarah Mae's eyes grown wide at the taste of the ice cream? Did I give the girls a hug as I lifted them into the buggy? I wish I had. Life changes so quickly, and what had been my biggest concern earlier — getting work done on the barn — mattered little compared to the tragedy we would soon face.


IRENE

It was gut spending time with family. If we don't make time for that, it doesn't happen. Days are filled with chores and children — both keep an Amish woman occupied. Our four little ones were a joy, but they kept me busy, and soon we'd have number five. With our new home and the barn being built, I had everything I ever imagined growing up.

It was dark when we left to go home. Buggy lights flashed everywhere as we said our good-byes. With handshakes and waves, we made a plan to get together every month, taking turns in our homes. As it turned out, we never got together like that again.

As we got ready to go home, our oldest son, Marion, who usually sat in the back with the girls, said, "Tonight I'm going to sit between you and Dat." With that, we all climbed into the buggy.

"Gut," Suetta called out, "it'll leave more room for us to sleep," and then she lay down next to Sarah Mae on the backseat, which Ora Jay had folded down into a cot. I didn't know that those would be the last words I would ever hear her speak.

The Indiana air held a bit of a chill, and I snuggled the boys around me. It would be good to get the children home and in bed. We also had a busy day the next day. Of course there aren't many days on an Amish farm that aren't busy.

My head tilted back, resting against the seat back, and soon my eyes fluttered shut. My children's soft breathing met my ears, mingling with the sound of buggy wheels and the horse's footfalls as we made our way home.


ORA JAY

The older girls snuggled down in the back of the buggy. Marion sat between Irene and me, with little Eli Ray on Irene's lap. I finished hitching up the horse and climbed in. The silence from the back told me the girls would be sleeping soon. We never intended to fall asleep, but it overtook us at times. Thankfully, the horse knew the way.

For only one part of the ride home was it of utmost importance that I stay awake. It was a stretch of highway that split our country road in two. Sometimes, especially during the day, I had to wait minutes and minutes to cross because the traffic flowed so fast and heavy.

I don't remember falling asleep to the clomp of the horse's hooves, but I remember waking up briefly. We'd gone a ways down the road from my cousin's place. My heavy eyelids lifted, and I peered through the dark night. In the distance, I noticed the stop sign ahead. I told myself I needed to stay awake for the crossing. But the night was quiet. Too quiet.

My stomach felt full of too much ice cream, and the buggy's gentle sway lulled me once more. The snores of the girls in the back brought a smile. I leaned back to rest my head lightly on the back of the seat.

My eyes fluttered shut again ...

It was the blare of the horn that startled me first. The horn of a big truck. Loud, close. Then bright, white light. The jolting of the horse. The overwhelming screech of the semi-truck's brakes.

Headlights bore down. My heart leaped to my throat, and I knew it was going to be close. With a shout and a flip of the reins, I urged the horse forward. Not fast enough.

A crash of splintering wood cut into the night. My body hurled forward. My wife cried out. I don't remember hitting the ground or standing to my feet. But there I was, peering through the inky darkness at Irene and our sons. She seemed fine. The boys were gut too. Shaken but fine.

The horse darted down the road, dragging the wheels and the shaft. More pieces of the buggy lay splintered at my feet. I turned around to look for the girls.

The girls!

The moonlight wasn't enough to penetrate the night. My knees trembled as I darted up and down the road, and my voice called their names over and over. "Suetta! Sarah Mae! Suetta! Sarah Mae!"

My eyes scanned the roadway, scattered with debris from the buggy. I didn't see them. The semi-truck was coming to a stop far, far down the road. I later heard that the driver had gone to make a phone call to get help. The odor of burning brakes filled the air.

I darted across the dim highway toward the ditch, running and calling their names again. "Suetta! Sarah Mae!"

A spot of blond hair caught my attention. They were lying by the side of the road. I ran to them. They looked so small, lay so still. Both of them struggled for breath. They gasped. They needed help.

I have to get them to the doctor.

I turned back to the road. Seeing a passing car, I waved my arms. "Hey, stop, stop!" The car slowed but then continued going. First one and then another. I waved my arms again, frantically, but no one stopped.

Stop! My girls! They need help! Stop!

Minutes passed, though it seemed like hours. With all my energy, I ran to the closest business, which was a hatchery. "Call for help!" They said they would.

I ran back to the girls, to check on them. To see.

Both were gone. It was too late.

They were gone.

Another Amish man came by. I stood in shock as my girls lay lifeless in the ditch. Desperate, I did the only thing I knew to do.

"Let us pray," I told him. We bowed our heads and prayed silently. Amish never pray aloud; it would be too prideful. The Lord's Prayer filtered through my thoughts. It was the only prayer that would come to me. Even in my most heartbroken moment, I didn't know how to connect with God. I'd lived my whole life as an Amish man, but the God I lived my life for was distant and hard to approach. And when I needed Him most, I didn't know how to find Him. Didn't know where to take my pain.

I went back to find my wife. The ambulance had come, and she was being cared for. The boys were shaken but fine. Irene drifted in and out of consciousness. How would she ever make it after losing the girls?


IRENE

I knew I was in the back of an ambulance, but why? Marion was crying. I should comfort him, but I couldn't move. Couldn't think.

The first thing I remember was people asking my name. I could hardly function enough to answer. I could hardly understand their questions.

"Irene. Irene, can you hear me?" Was I waking up from a bad dream?

"Irene, do you know where you are? Irene, do you know what happened?" A man's voice filtered through. Or was it two men? They were talking to me. My body ached. My heart ached too, but I didn't understand.

"Irene, the girls are gone." It was Ora Jay's voice breaking through the fog, and I tried to focus on it. Was he here? I looked around. I remembered lying on the road, but nothing else. I remembered leaving the ice cream social, but nothing after that.

"I hear you," I responded. "I understand." Somewhere deep inside I didn't really understand that both our girls were dead. It wasn't making sense. How? Why? How could this be possible?

The ambulance took us to the hospital. When we got there, our parents were waiting. They already knew about the girls. Someone had gone to their homes — since they didn't have a telephone — to let them know. They had come to the hospital with the tragic thought, finality. Everything had changed just like that.

When I saw our parents in the waiting room, the truth of what had happened began to sink in. This wasn't a bad dream. The girls were really gone.

Each of us was checked out at the hospital. We were okay, no broken bones. The staff had compassion for us. Everyone cried.

Our parents wept with us too, and their words matched those echoing in my heart. "Oh my, oh my, oh, how sad. It must have been God's will," they said. I'd been trained to believe that to be true, but the words bounced off my hurting heart.

Our parents told us that my girls were in heaven, and I believed that. The Amish believe that the innocent go to heaven without question. Yet even that didn't help as I thought of the days ahead. Darkness loomed, and God was silent.


ORA JAY

None of us had any injuries that kept us in the hospital. When we went back to the house it was late, yet the house was all lit up. It was strange to see it so bright in a dark night because, without electricity, an Amish home rarely has any lights on. Friends had come and lit lanterns to greet us. But still, this brightness streaming from our windows was a reminder that something had gone terribly wrong.

The next few days were a blur, with people coming and going, providing food, and doing our chores. I had no interest in what was going on outside in the world anymore. All the things I had worked for — the farm, the animals — I didn't care about. Our new house had a nice living room, but Irene and I never had taken the time to sit in it and enjoy it — to spend time with our children there. It showed me that the things of the world — the things we deal with every day — are going to pass away, and they won't mean anything when we meet the Lord.

People would say, "Your girls are better off where they are. They are in heaven." The Amish have an expectation, as most Christians do, that when a youngster dies he or she goes to heaven. It was a great comfort knowing that they were no longer facing any pain or suffering.

Over and over people said, "They are in heaven now," but I longed to hear something else. Something was going on inside me, and I needed comfort. I needed peace in my own soul. I knew my daughters were fine, but I was not. My soul was empty. My heart felt as if it had been ripped out of my chest. I felt alone. God seemed so very far away.

For two nights Amish families filed through the house for the viewings. One by one, old, young, mothers with children, and distant neighbors stood in a long line. Each shook our hands, but few offered words. For those who did speak, their words were simple.

"God bless you."

"They are in heaven."

Today, looking back, Irene and I both wish someone would have shared Jesus with us in our broken state. Ja, we knew who He was. We knew of His sacrifice on our behalf. But we didn't understand that He is an ever-present hope, that He is interceding for us before the Father, that He could be as real to us in the present as we hoped He would be someday in heaven. We had been taught that He had died for us, but we didn't understand the grace of Jesus Christ and that we needed to invite Him into our hearts personally to receive that grace for forgiveness of our sins.

When we needed the truth most, it remained far from us.

Instead, we heard the same thing over and over: "The girls are fine."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Plain Faith by Irene Eash, Ora Jay Eash, Tricia Goyer. Copyright © 2014 Ora Jay Eash and Irene Eash. Excerpted by permission of ZONDERVAN.
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Table of Contents

Contents

1. No Simple Choices, 9,
2. The Girls, 13,
3. Growing Up Amish, 23,
4. Saying Good-bye, 35,
5. Life without Our Girls, 45,
6. Seeking a Better Place, 53,
7. Montana!, 63,
8. A New Type of Church, 73,
9. Deciding to Stay, 79,
10. Englisch in Montana, 87,
11. Changes Within, 95,
12. Discovering Truth, 103,
13. All We Knew, 111,
14. Attending an Englisch Church, 119,
15. The Choice, 129,
16. Silenced, 137,
17. A New Foundation, 147,
18. Our First Vehicle, 159,
19. Trials and Cares, 171,
20. A New Type of Dress, 179,
21. How Can We Explain?, 183,
22. Complete Helplessness, Complete Hope, 193,
23. Walking in Freedom, 203,

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  • Posted May 10, 2014

    : Plain Faith is an amazing look at the Amish lifestyle from th

    : Plain Faith is an amazing look at the Amish lifestyle from the inside looking out. Told by the parents, Irene and Ora Jay Eash, with Tricia Goyer, it's an upclose and personal account of their story, their journey and triumph after unimaginable loss.




    Even if you think you are familiar with the Amish lifestyle, this book will change what you think you know.




    This book isn't a complicated read but it draws you in immediately with their down to earth, 'plain' talk. They are such good people, the Eashes. What happened to them could have happened to just about anyone.




    But the aftermath of their story after burying their two young daughters is the 'stop and think' of this extraordinary book. Have you ever had that feeling in your faith that something is missing? That you attend church every Sunday, you abide by the rules of what a Christian (etc) should do and not do in the secular world yet something feels not quite right? That's one of the ah-hah moments of this book.




    One of the points that stood out for me is when Irene stated "People saw me different when I wore my Amish kapp, or head covering. People would see that and think "If that's what you have to share with me, then I don't want to listen."

    It's an amazing moment to realize that the one true faith you've had for your entire life doesn't support you unless you live and breath THAT life. But beyond the Amish faith, God is everywhere and in everything. Sometimes stepping outside that life, like the Eashes did, you see it so very clearly.




    This book is brave, courageous, heart-wrenching, tear inducing, thought provoking and admirable, to name just a few of it's endearing qualities.




    I'd recommend this book based on it's quick, short chapters and easy flow of the book to teens in a youth groups, high school and college small groups at churches.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 10, 2014

    Eternal Joy! Ora Jay and Irene Eash suffered a tragedy that no


    Eternal Joy!

    Ora Jay and Irene Eash suffered a tragedy that no parent should have to endure.  
    The death of their two young daughters due to an accident.

    It was through soul searching and reading the scriptures that lead the Eash’s to
    leave their previous Amish belief and trust in Jesus.  They even left their Indiana
    home and moved to the wilderness of Northwest Montana.

    I admired how they stepped out in faith, trusting the Lord to lead them.  The road
    was not an easy one but they held steadfast.  The joy of knowing Salvation is
    through Jesus Christ alone was worth it all.

    What an amazing family.  There were many trials to overcome.  It wasn’t an easy
    road; yet they trusted Jesus Christ through it all.

    Plain Faith is a book I highly recommend.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 15, 2014

    Plain Faith Irene Eash, Ora-Jay Eash, & Trisha Goyer Boo

    Plain Faith
    Irene Eash, Ora-Jay Eash, & Trisha Goyer




    Book Summary: This is the true story of Ora-Jay and Irene Eash, Amish farmers from northwest Montana whose lives changed in an instant when a semi-truck struck the family buggy, killing their two young daughters. After the accident, the couple turned to their Amish community for comfort, but they remained haunted by the thought that they might not see their girls again in heaven. Would their deeds be good enough? Eventually Ora-Jay and Irene learned that grace---not works---was enough to ensure their place in eternity. But with that knowledge came the realization that they could no longer live in an Amish community that didn’t share this precious belief. Could they sever their connection to the Amish family they loved? This is the story of their journey to the hope that is heaven, a hope stronger than the loss of children, family, and a way of life. Fans of Amish fiction will appreciate such a real-life look into the Amish community, co-written by bestselling author Tricia Goyer, and readers of all kinds will resonate with this tale of courage, resilience, and the redemption found in the grace of Jesus.




    Review: This is a well written book about an amazingly tender, sad, joyful and tragic story. I loved the switching back and forth between Ora-Jay and Irene. Trisha Goyer did a remarkable job of keeping their voices while working with them to write this book. I loved their honesty in telling of their leaving the Amish life. It was beautiful and tragic insight into the Amish life. I came to respect their love and care for their families and friends. It truly painted a fair and loving account of their community and the difficulty leaving that way of life. I have read other books about leaving the Amish life which demonstrated the challenges of leaving along with being under the ban, but this story was mature and more tragic because they were leaving for a greater life and desperately wanted their family and friends to enter into this greater life. I enjoyed everything about these people and found them to be open and honest. It seems to me it would be a privilege to know them!




    I would like to thank Net Galley and Zondervan Non-Fiction for allowing me to read and review this book in return for a free copy and I was never asked to write a favorable review by anyone. 

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2014

    Lunartail

    "Then no, not really. I don't like candy."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Living not far from an area known for its Amish population, I th

    Living not far from an area known for its Amish population, I thought it would be interesting to get an insiders' perspective on this culture that has survived for so long. While you will learn some information in "Plain Faith," I finished the book with a feeling of meh.

    Ora Jay and Irene Eash take turns writing passages in the book discussing the deaths of their two daughters in the early 1980s in a tragic buggy accident through to their decision to leave the Amish faith. Since the couple worked with a well-known Amish fiction writer, I have to admit I was a bit disappointed in the mediocre quality of the writing. I also didn't feel like the couple really clearly explained how their daughters' deaths influenced their departure from the faith. I ultimately found it difficult to really connect with the couple and their story and don't really feel like I gained a lot of insight into the Amish faith.

    I give the Eashes an A for effort, and wish nothing but blessing for them as they continue in the English world, but ultimately I wasn't impressed with "Plain Faith."

    Note: I receive a review copy of this book from the publisher, Thomas Nelson.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2014

    SilverShadow

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2014

    To wolfpelt

    I am furyfang aka wolfgang in pokemon im a freand of pokemon girl

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    Fire to four

    Gets hit with the brick and throws it back at four and says food fight not brick fight! There is a big difference!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2014

    Eysh

    "White fundip with tacos," in an evil voice. Tehehehehehe licks the white fundip off her skin and clothes. "Water" in a hoarse sound. Clears throat out. "Water is needed!" Says in a strong male voice xD

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2014

    Whisker

    Hey yall!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2014

    Lion

    Nuuuu!!!! SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW BUT I CANT ENJOY TODAY CUZ ITS RAINING AND GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    RedPaw

    Threw sausage.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2014

    T. Redd

    Yay!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2014

    Ravine

    Watched. Late. Gtg.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    Glosseh

    *snickers* where did you get the potato toe? :3

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2014

    Foxy

    Hello doods i like cheese

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    Four

    "That's the point!" He threw a brick, intercepting the potato. :3

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    Silvie

    Throws a mashed potatoe at Four.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2014

    &star LostStar &starf

    Pads in

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