Lightning just struck more closely to me than it ever has in my entire life. I'm talking a distance of something to the tune of fifteen feet give or take.
The sky was cleft in twain and the devil himself spoke into the eyes of my soul. "Papa loves mambo," he said.
I think now I know. Now I know what it's like. To taste the tears of Odin.
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