I stop. Put my hands on my hips, pout. I raise my voice into a thin reedy whine: “I don’t want to do this anymore!” God leans down. Wraps his arms around me. Pulls me gently to his chest. “I know. I know,” he murmurs. He wipes the single tear that has found its way...
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