She looks so guilty. We should give her toys more often. But wait, now I remember, she devours toys. That one lasted less than 2 minutes once she gave up on trying to take it outside.
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But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Isaiah. 64:8
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