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“During our last session we talked about how you don’t feel like life is worth living, but you also hate the idea of dying.” Satan grabbed his pink notepad and clicked his pen. “We agreed you’d try to do some physical exercise and meditation. Why don’t tell me how that went?”

“…”

“I see.” Satan placed his notepad back on the table and leaned in. “Let me ask you something Arthur, when was the last time you were free?”

“…”

 

— Bastian Espada

 

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