Once upon a time, a little boy of almost three was out with his mom when they saw - and smelled - the remains of a roadkill skunk. "He can't walk anymore?" the boy asked, too young to understand death. His mother explained to him that no, the skunk had been hit by a car and it was game over, and that's why the boy had to stay off the road, so he didn't get hit by a car. The boy looked from his mom, to the skunk, then back to his mom. "If he didn't stink," the boy inquired, "could I fix him with my love?"
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