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The smoke cleared a bit and there was Lucifer at an old desk, à la Sam Spade. His suit was dusty, almost threadbare. He was much older than I’d imagined. I thought eternal youth…
AmyLee, Writer || Fiction, Personal Essays, Poetry
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The blend of humor and darkness is well done.
Learning life. Spreading its wonders.
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