He was dressing low-profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks' worth of unleaded fuel. In a small town two miles north of Hell, our deadbeat narrator spots Satan filling up his red Corvette at the 7-Eleven.
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