The Devil Demands Cupcakes

The Devil Demands Cupcakes

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So the devil turns up at my door.

“Hi,” I say.
“Hello,” he says, smiling. “I’m the devil.”
“I guessed. You’re not really doing much new with the look, are you?”
“I demand a cupcake.”

I look at him for a moment, “Don’t you mean a soul?”

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