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 I Got Your Mama                
                     
                     
                     
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Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner.  
                     
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Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her
                     
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mother what she wanted. 'Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.'    
                     
                     
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Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble
                     
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at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she deserved
                     
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to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did.
                     
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Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her  
                     
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behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she
                     
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deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up the steps to her
                     
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room and sat down to write God a letter.          
                     
                     
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LETTER 1                    
                     
                     
                     
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Dear God:                    
                     
                     
                     
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I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my  
                     
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birthday I want a red one.              
                     
                     
                     
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Your friend,                  
                     
                     
                     
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Carol                    
                     
                     
                     
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Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year,
                     
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so she tore up the letter and started over          
                     
                     
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LETTER 2                    
                     
                     
                     
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Dear God:                    
                     
                     
                     
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This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I
                     
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would like a red bike for my birthday.          
                     
                     
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Thank you,                  
                     
                     
                     
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Carol                    
                     
                     
                     
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Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started  
                     
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again.                    
                     
                     
                     
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LETTER 3                    
                     
                     
                     
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Dear God:                    
                     
                     
                     
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I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a
                     
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good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.      
                     
                     
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Thank you,                  
                     
                     
                     
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Carol                    
                     
                     
                     
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Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a  
                     
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bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother
                     
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she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked  
                     
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because Carol looked very sad.              
                     
                     
                     
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'Just be home in time for dinner,' her mother said.        
                     
                     
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Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked
around to see if                  
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anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary, slipped it under
her jacket, and                  
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ran out of the church down the street, into her house, and up to her room. She
shut the door                  
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and sat down and wrote her letter to God.          
                     
                     
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LETTER 4                    
                     
                     
                     
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I GOT YOUR MAMA.                  
                     
                     
                     
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IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.          
                     
                     
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Signed,                    
                     
                     
                     
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YOU KNOW WHO                  
                     
                     
                     
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