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Last night I dreamnt that I was sent to hell. On my way down, it was more like falling through space; at first it was really liberating, until I realized where I was going. On my fall down, I was given the chance to redeem myself. I was forced by the devil to become an Iron-Chef, and I had to prepare all my dishes with my hands (over a hot skillet).
There wasn't fire and guys with pitchforks; and it wasn't THAT bad.. I don't think things are as black or white as God and the Devil; it's just a system that you can believe in. Maybe you believe in it 76% percent, or maybe you just believe in it 4%.
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