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Why Can’t Things be Perfect?

One Thursday afternoon, Ralph and his older sister Sheila were
playing in the rumpus room of their parents’ house. Ralph was
building a house of cards and Sheila was finger-painting.

After a while, a big smile came over Ralph’s face. He looked down
at his sister and cried, “Hey, Sheila! I did it! I’m finished building my
castle! It’s perfect!”