“Dear Lord,” he started, “Forgive our neighbor’s son, who removed my sisters clothes and wrestled with her on her bed and made her cry.”
“This coming winter,” he continued, ignorant of all the stares he was receiving,”Please send clothes to all those poor Unclad ladies on my dad’s blackberry and provide shelter for the homeless men who use mom’s room when daddy is at work”
…AMEN!…. and there was silence.
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