Emily and The One Time She Ate Ice Cream With Satan

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a funny story and is quite short, but my friend wanted me to write is so here it is. Leave me any suggestions for short stories about life and I will write them!

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I walked into the only ice cream shop in town. I was waiting for my best friend, but someone different walked in. He was dressed in all black and looked like a regular emo kid, but he was emanating immense heat and had a dark red glow.

"Excuse me. Who are you?" I asked this strange but familiar manchild.

"My name is Satan, King of Hell. Why?" Satan replies.

I was taken aback, but tried to stay calm because, well, he is Satan. "I'm Emily," I say with a fake smile. "Want to sit together and get some ice cream?"

"Sure." he agrees.

We both get our ice cream and sit down together. We had a nice conversation and became friends.

Man. I do not want to get on his bad side. 

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