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I nodded.

“Well,” he said, smashing a red-dripping French fry into his mouth.  “I guess I never really thought of it.  I mean, if dogs go to heaven, then what about squirrels?  Moles?  Flies?”

I waited, silently chewing my hamburger and giving him time.

“So, you think they all…you know…go to heaven?”

Swallowing a gulp of ice tea, I nodded.

“Why not?  Why doesn’t everything that’s born, that dies, all go to the same place?”





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