It was a dark and stormy night. Amanda was looking through the window,watching the droplets of rain slide down the glass. It was nighttime outside,and the rain was coming down hard. She was consumed with guilt,so she drank another mouthful of whiskey.
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The Devil made me do it
Short StoryAmanda needs money to feed her addiction,so she takes on a "job". Once the jobs done,the devils out to get her.
