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By Christopher T. Dabrowski.
translated by: Julia Mraczny
BANE HOWLED IN despair.
The she-devil sat next to her and consoled her:
—It’s okay. Calm down and tell me what happened.
Bane pulled her nose, so to encourage her the devil decided to compliment her:
—You look really scary.
—Really—she smiled shyly.
—Why did you howl?
—The night was busy. I flew around, scaring people, and they fled screaming. Until one just squirmed and said that my dentition was dire, and wanted to hand me a business card since he was a dentist.
—And what did you do?
—I fled screaming.
—Terrifying story. I feel sorry for you. |
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