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18 But Lot said to them, ‘No, my lords[a] – please. 19 Your servant has indeed found favour with you, and you have shown me great kindness by saving my life. But I can’t run to the mountains; the disaster will overtake me, and I will die. 20 Look, this town is close enough for me to flee to. It is a small place. Please let me run to it – it’s only a small place, isn’t it? – so that I can survive.’

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  1. 19:18 Or my Lord, or my lord