The mesmerizing dance of the fireflies, as they waltzed through the night, mirrored the fleeting moments of joy in life. Each flicker of their tiny bodies was a reminder to cherish the magical sparks that ignite our souls. As darkness settled, the fireflies illuminated the world with their ephemeral glow, painting the night sky with an ethereal tapestry. Their enchanting ballet mesmerized all who beheld it, awakening dormant wonder and rekindling the flames of hope.
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The Devil Gets What He Wanted
“Hello Old Scratch. My name is Glabon. I assume you know why I am here?” “Of course, Glabon, as you no doubt know, I know many things, most in fact.” “Well, despite that I am required by my superiors to inform you of my intentions in any case.” “And, you always do what you are told don’t you my friend Glabon?” “Of course, and I am not your friend, nor are you anyone’s friend, but that matters not for purposes of this discussion.” “No need to hurl insults, it was only a figure of speech. I would suggest you lighten up, but I assume your superiors would find that objectionable, and my guess is you are not capable of it. Do you ever even smile Glabon? Or laugh? No, I presume not.” “Mr. Scratch I am not here for banter or games, I am here for your interview. As you know a select group has been commissioned to write your biography for the historical record.”
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