Some people believe in a heaven and a hell. The place where the people with good souls live in eternal paradise. The place where those of evil are condemned to eternal punishment. But hell is empty. The devil lives among us. Sometimes you can see him, as clear as the words on this page. Sometimes he's hidden. Hidden behind an angel. They said she was the devil. They said she was an angel. At least she was real. Real until they found her body beneath a car on the lonely little bridge in the lonely little town a lonely little girl who wasn't so little and maybe not as lonely as people thought she was.
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