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“Can I get you a drink?” Rude Sex Hair was back. “I don’t know. Can you?” I shot back. “We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?”
“Shouldn’t someone your age have a real job by now, Maleficent? Because obviously you’re not good at this one.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll be sure to give your order extra special attention,”
“Who hurt you, darling?” It was a joke. But we both knew the answer wasn’t funny.
