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I think we were all surprised to see someone move in "next door." I had certainly never thought of anywhere as being next door to Hell.
But just beyond the lakes of fire and brimstone they built a cozy little cottage. You'd think the sulfurous air would kill the grass, but of I guess even that respected the borders, because their lawn was the most vibrant green I could ever remember seeing.
They put up a fence, of course. Simple, unpainted wooden slats. Presumably so they wouldn't have to look at Hell all the time.
There's a knothole in one of the boards. We all look through it. We thought the devils would try to stop us, but I guess they figured out that we're just torturing ourselves when we do. And I guess they don't mind us doing their work for them.
It really is the most amazing lawn.
But just beyond the lakes of fire and brimstone they built a cozy little cottage. You'd think the sulfurous air would kill the grass, but of I guess even that respected the borders, because their lawn was the most vibrant green I could ever remember seeing.
They put up a fence, of course. Simple, unpainted wooden slats. Presumably so they wouldn't have to look at Hell all the time.
There's a knothole in one of the boards. We all look through it. We thought the devils would try to stop us, but I guess they figured out that we're just torturing ourselves when we do. And I guess they don't mind us doing their work for them.
It really is the most amazing lawn.
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I am sorry you didn't get this in, but glad I got to read it anyway.
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