My then boyfriend once told me about a dream he had. He was walking through Hell when he came before a great hall. In the great hall was one large throne flanked by legions of demons and the wailing damned. And on the throne was ... me. Yellow Gal.
"What are you doing here?" he asked me.
"Oh, yeah. I'm the devil," I said lackadaisically on my throne, "You know, Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub."
"Really? I never knew that."
"Believe it."
"Okay," he said. And that was the dream.
Needless to say, we didn't work out.
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