The
devil is a trader. He runs a traveling swap meet.
The
devil offers you something for nothing, but in reality, you get nothing for
something.
The devil cajoles you into giving away something you can
never get back. Bartering something–or someone–irreplaceable.
When you realize your terrible mistake and try to return the
worthless article, the swap meet has blown town. There’s a deserted lot where
the tents used to be just a week before.
Gone are the gaudy lights. The festive music. The bustling crowds. All
that’s left is you, holding a party horn.
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