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Devil, God, there is no difference.

God sure designed us to have a shitty time towards the end of our days. What's up with that, "God?"

I remember having guilty feelings about taking care of my Mother. It seemed like such a PITA at the time, but I did it with bells on and made my Mama smile. I'd love to still have those chores to do for her today. :( My memory on OK, knock on redwood.