Monday 10/15/2007 12:43:00 AM

I see God in everything, but that doesn't make it real. I see a pantheon of reasons to believe in something that can save us. From a hangnail to a dead body. Who would be crazy enough to blame people. Or expect them to fix it.

Her headless barbie doll seemed to say it all as she gnawed on the heels that went with its gown. The dream house sorely lacking walls. The swimming pool that wouldn't hold water. Just a child. And so much learned already. About plastic boobs. Ill-fitting thongs. And boyfriends with missing balls.

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