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Last published Wed, Oct 19, 2016
Ever wondered what it's like to die and go to Hell? No? Well I'm going to tell you anyway, because fuck you that's why.
If Sam knew she was going to be dragged around by a rather over-exuberant bisexual demon with pink sparkly horns and a red suit and a generally unenthusiastic demon with a tutu on, she would probably have been a nicer person in her life.
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