Did god make you?

A little girl climbed into her grandfathers lap and studied his white, balding head. She ran her fingers along the deep wrinkles and road mapped his face and neck. Did god make you?, she asked. yes he answered. did god make me, to? she wondered. yes, he replied. well, she shrugged, don’t you think hes doing a better job now than he used to?

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