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Did I . . . did I just read what I think I read? Tell me there isn't a mind out there warped enough to believe that's something other than an instructional pamphlet on how to be a horrible person without feeling shame. I . . . I need to get my mind off it . . . happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts . . .
I wish the sun was out already so I could mellow in my garden. In fact, I think I'll go snail hunting right now, maybe pat a sleeping goose on my way there. It's very hard to imagine there is evil in the world when you've got pets and a garden. Even the snails are adorable . . . I've never been able to bring myself to kill them. They just look so slimeyly innocent as they meander about in my lettuce. I'll bet if I'm wrong and there is a heaven, the road to it is covered in snail slime.
Wow. Say what you will about the weirdness of my last sentence, but it shows my mind is masterful at getting itself away from the unpleasant thoughts.