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I met a man today who told me he was The Devil come to reap my soul. He hurt my arm holding it but there was no real evil in his lights, just meanness. I didn't know how to tell him he was just a regular man.
It's hard to be scared of people without robes and plain old human cruelty and meanness that used to upset me doesn't any more. Sometimes I'm worried that means I've become a colder person. I don't know if I could have avoided that.
It's hard to be scared of people without robes and plain old human cruelty and meanness that used to upset me doesn't any more. Sometimes I'm worried that means I've become a colder person. I don't know if I could have avoided that.