If I were God, I would just be up there scratching my head, thinking, 'What the hell am I supposed to do with this?' For everyone helping an old lady across the street, there's someone else bludgeoning a person to death. And sometimes they're the same. How can He separate us all out?
如果我是上帝，我只会在那里挠挠头，想:‘我到底应该怎么处理这件事?“每个人都在帮助一位老太太过马路，但却有其他人用棍棒打死了她。”有时它们是一样的。他怎么能把我们都分开呢?
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