Hey there Big G,
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| Pieces of Letters to God |
You're Life's
manager, right? Well she gave me lemons and doesn't want to take them back. I
don't care for lemonade or jumping back into the public eye and squirting lemon
juice in it, like that Eminem fellow. So here I am, talking with You.
In fact these
lemons are going a long way in souring my life: I lost my wallet because of
them, lost a friend's money and computer hardware. My favourite pair of jeans
died. All these little things keep happening and I blame the crate of lemons.
This crate of
lemons is just sitting here and doing nothing for me. Could you just take them
off of my hands so that I can utilize the space for something else - like
placing my new sweet hat on?
Please do that for
me.
That is all, Sir.
Amen and good day.
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