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My mom went to the store handed over a coin the keeper gave her back two Yes, my mom does that too it's called 'change' they say still doesn't make much sense How irrational, these grown-ups are Today my son asked me why do some people live on the streets if we are all children of God Yes, you have a point we justify it all but we don't really know How irrational, we grown-ups are
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
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My mom went to the store handed over a coin the keeper gave her back two Yes, my mom does that too it's called 'change' they say still doesn't make much sense How irrational, these grown-ups are Today my son asked me why do some people live on the streets if we are all children of God Yes, you have a point we justify it all but we don't really know How irrational, we grown-ups are
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
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