I’m a dog. Dogs had nothing to do with the Fall. We’re not ashamed. We don’t make aprons out of fig leaves. And we really don’t like wearing sweaters. But we love you, and if this makes you feel better, then whatever.
Actually, I’m not sure that you’re not God, but what do I know? I’m a dog.
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