Friday, September 30, 2005

Dear God,

If you let this happen, I promise to be really, really, really good forever more and never be bad again. I promise to make my bed every morning, not leave my bike lying on the front lawn any more or ever again put a four day old dead puffer fish in my sister's bed. I am sorry about that, God. I take back everything I said about you.

Promise with a cherry on top.

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