It's why McDonald's finally downsized its portions, why you can now bake a gluten-free version of the same Betty Crocker toothachingly sweet cake mix you enjoyed as a child.

Larry was undevout, careless, thinking little of spiritual things, so little, that he had scarcely troubled himself either to question or to accept what he had been taught, but he was quick to respond to emotion of any kind; now he listened, with an unaccustomed reverence, to Barty's voice, brokenly whispering the prayers of his Church.

That's the most bullshit excuse I've ever heard.

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