I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but
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pick me!!!
hahaha....
one day girlie!
love, zoe
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okay im out like your sisters cousins aunts friends dogs mothers owners belly button. laaaaaaateeeeeer
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