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Waking up with the slow, pounding pain that always accompanied these sorts of adventures, Lucifer drug his hirsute bottom out of bed and into the bathroom where he threw open the huge medicine cabinet doors he had installed as a hilarious nod to the silliness of his Monty Python-esque routines only to find that instead of a bottle of pain relievers, he found a note that simply said, "Fastidious, Fluctuation, Finality."
Fastidious, Fluctuation, Finality.
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"I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am" - Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
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