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Linus stares.

The Devil makes faces at him.

Finally Linus acknowledges him. He licks his lips. He shifts his gaze.

“You’re the Devil,” Linus says. Then he laughs. He laughs harder. “You poor creature. Ha haha! You’re going to die.”

“That’s not what we’re discussing,” the Devil says.

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