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Lucifer could live here, he reflected. He really could.
He was stretched out on a chair on the deck of the Fin & Tonic, a frozen margarita in his hand, his thin robe draping open lazily. The sun was going down, the waves were peaceful - perfect.
He let out a little sigh and sipped his drink. And thought not at all of being God, or angels, or demons, or anything like that.
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He was stretched out on a chair on the deck of the Fin & Tonic, a frozen margarita in his hand, his thin robe draping open lazily. The sun was going down, the waves were peaceful - perfect.
He let out a little sigh and sipped his drink. And thought not at all of being God, or angels, or demons, or anything like that.
[[ open for phone calls and those who are here, obv ]]