A little girl climbed into her grandfather's lap and studied his while, balding hea. She ran her fingers along the deep wrinkles and road apped his face and neck. “did god make you?”, she asked. “yes” he answered. “did god makeme, to?” she wondered. “yes”, he relied. “well, she shrugged, ”don't you think he's doing a better job now than he used to?“<br><br>******************************
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