[ a blond woman, in her late thirties, trying to relax in an armchair. her eyes are closed. a boy, apparently confused, approaches her quietly and waits for say, ten seconds.]
boy: mom!
woman: [without opening her eyes] yes dear?
boy: do the guys dad makes in the lab have souls?
woman: [opens her eyes, and looks at the boy carefully] oh, of course they have souls, what did you think?
boy: does God know that he injects souls into them? maybe He needed those souls for some other guys. shouldn't dad ask Him?
woman: oh dear! come here. [she hugs the boy and tells him very confidently:] you know dad works for Mr. President. now don't you worry about dad or the other guys.
boy: but still i think God should know that someone's stealing His souls. i wanna call Him. mom, can i call Him?
اینجا رو تعطیل کردین؟ چرا هیچ خبری نمیشه؟
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