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Well.

Ever daydream something so stupid and unlikely, albeit within the realm of realism (you know…as opposed to the fantastic) that you know how incredibly stupid it sounds, and you berate yourself for having such a pointlessly vain daydream?

I do.

Except that this is a thing that has happened to me now. Where one of the stupidest of daydreams becomes real.

It feels like…

…a story. With an old-fashioned setting, wherein you are a small child. And the Devil comes by with a toy–a yoyo, a top…maybe a little wooden animal with wheels and a string to pull it behind you–something like that. And he gives it to you, and pats your head and tells you to go play. And you don’t know what to do because he’s the DEVIL. Surely there’s a string attached (other than the one trailing your new wooden pet), but he just shakes his head and says, “No. Not today. Just take it.”

And you take it…

But…

The Devil

And you walk away, watching him over your shoulder. And he smiles…

And you look at that toy trailing after you, and when you look up again the Devil is gone. And yet…you still have the toy. The thing you were so idly thinking about…

And you know you are going to spend a looong time–your whole life, maybe–waiting to learn what the catch is.

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