Okay, God dude, why do we get old? Why don't we get born old and get younger? Why are my eyes tired all the time? Why do I look 52? Is it something to do with because I'm actually 52?
What's the story, God? You got a story? Every story begins with Baby Steps. Maybe Pope Benedict XCVII has some answers, because I need answers right away. And it better be better than Brigitte-created smoked meat sandwiches from Snowdon Deli, let me personally inform You AT THIS PARTICULAR POINT IN TIME.
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