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Bad, Cheating, and College: Why Cheating Isn't Actually That Bad Ima count to 3 and that shit better be deleted <p><a href="https://officialfist.tumblr.com/post/173751914316/hyperazraphael-keyhollow-yellowjuice" class="tumblr_blog">officialfist</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://hyperazraphael.tumblr.com/post/173750532987/keyhollow-yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are" class="tumblr_blog">hyperazraphael</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://keyhollow.tumblr.com/post/169078259010/yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so" class="tumblr_blog">keyhollow</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://yellowjuice.tumblr.com/post/168679199617/tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with" class="tumblr_blog">yellowjuice</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://tijopi11.tumblr.com/post/168672032017/why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with-the" class="tumblr_blog">tijopi11</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Why are people having so much issue with the article, I agreed with it? The title isn’t the most eloquent thing ever but the article wasn’t encouraging cheating, where you go behind your partners back, but instead looking at the issue of cheating as a not black-and-white thing where there’s one horribly evil person who just wanted to have fun/get laid with one traumatized-for-life victim. Instead, like most- nah, let me say with ANYTHING in real life beyond fiction, the article sees the grays in cheating and why the person cheated in the first place. Not to say that cheating isn’t a horrible thing to do, but I feel like people need to understand that there are reasons people do the things they do. People who cheat are human beings. They could feel horrible about it, they could be trapped in a marriage or relationship that they don’t feel they can escape, they can feel insecure and unloved. Again, not to say it’s something you should ever do, but dehumanizing someone over a mistake is just as bad in my opinion. There’s nowhere where they can talk about their experiences, and it’s likely we know a lot of people who have cheated in our lives even if they haven’t (or were too scared) to tell us about it. </p></blockquote> <p>“dehumanizing someone over a <b>mistake</b>”<br/></p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280" style=""><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b46b82f946515987635b2e89242b3766/tumblr_inline_p15vbwp0N81syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/a90f07cba2ec91c06050aab2e8db4b93/tumblr_inline_p15vcgALY11syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bf1b39fc5036c8cdbd976cfb89b6c89/tumblr_inline_p15vctsANK1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bedd610984be09395d3e890baba4a152/tumblr_inline_p15vd52e6u1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b6ae8e67e4ef581db534a9d75c17945a/tumblr_inline_p15ved8Rom1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/209ea0ffa5930a051f9a888121ad1979/tumblr_inline_p15vf4N2O91syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/dec0f5c82aec02545f9e81bb0c155565/tumblr_inline_p15vfl9QBz1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure></blockquote> <p>If you cheat, you’re trash. No if and or buts. I’m looking at all y'all, I’m lookin in the mirror, I’m lookin down the street, everydamn body. If you cheat, you’re trash.</p> </blockquote><p>Ahh yes, tumblr’s traditional “One strike you’re out” policy. I love the rationale of this and other similar things that says, “If you do a bad thing you are a bad person. Forever. There is never anything else you can do to not be a bad person.” It has such an interestingly Christian vibe to it. </p><p>First of all that image set is a lie. There are different scenarios that come together that can lead to this mistake. Also it is defining “mistake” the same way as “accident”. Of course cheating isn’t generally an accident. But, immediately it lumps in people that are not in full faculty of their senses. “You got too many drinks with him”. I’m going to put a big “No” stamp on that because if the shit you do when inebriated can’t be considered proper consent in the first place then you did not intentionally cheat (*unless it was premeditated while sober obviously). </p><p>Now let me tell you up front. I cheated once in college. Yes I know I’m trash for life with no chance for redemption but hear me out anyway. I loved my boyfriend, probably a lot more than I should have. But one night I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. It was my apartmentmate. My incredibly hot, straight, wrestler apartmentmate. He was horny and he wanted to just get off even if it was with a dude. It was like a cheesy impossible porn plot come to life. We had sex. Never once, through the entire thing, and I swear this upon everything I hold dear, never ONCE did I think “I have a boyfriend. This is wrong.” I was so caught up in the shock and fantasy of the situation it wasn’t until he left that I realized what I’d done. I was horrified. I cried and cried and as soon as the sun was up I called my boyfriend and asked him to come over. When he got there I immediately broke down sobbing and begged for him to forgive me. He did, and we moved on. And you know what? I NEVER did it again in any relationship. Did I mean to cheat on him? No. Did I? Yes. Was what I did wrong? Absolutely! Do I regret what I did? Endlessly. Does that make me horrible trash for the rest of my life? I really don’t think so. </p><p>People do things wrong. People do make conscious choices that they later realize were wrong. People ask for forgiveness. If someone does it multiple times, it’s not a mistake anymore. If someone conceals their mistake, it’s not a mistake anymore. But if someone genuinely acknowledges they did something wrong and asks for forgiveness and NEVER allows it to happen again, I think that forgiveness should be granted. And you know what? I’ve been cheated on twice since then by different guys in my life. It hurt, horribly. Both times it was an ongoing and intentional thing. But if either of them apologized to me and asked me to forgive them and showed they would sincerely never do it again I would give them a chance anyway. </p><p>Tumblr, I love your desire for justice and truth both socially and personally. But when you break everything into black and white and refuse to grant any room for forgiveness you are teaching yourselves to cut people out of your lives that could be legitimately good people that made a bad choice and deserve forgiveness. Of course there are people that don’t deserve it, who wouldn’t sincerely try to earn it, but if you say everyone who makes 1 bad choice, or 1 series of mistakes, is trash forever then I think that makes you the bad person when you are incapable of granting kindness and forgiveness to another person. </p></blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="494" data-orig-width="500"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cbd162d73523bc7796d2d8ce24e14a9f/tumblr_inline_p8ho52Yc0A1t42r6u_500.jpg" data-orig-height="494" data-orig-width="500"/></figure></blockquote> <p>Lmao did she really think anyone wanted to read her porno fantasy story justifying cheating?</p>
Bad, Cheating, and College: Why Cheating Isn't Actually That Bad

 Ima count to 3
 and that shit better
 be deleted
<p><a href="https://officialfist.tumblr.com/post/173751914316/hyperazraphael-keyhollow-yellowjuice" class="tumblr_blog">officialfist</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://hyperazraphael.tumblr.com/post/173750532987/keyhollow-yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are" class="tumblr_blog">hyperazraphael</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://keyhollow.tumblr.com/post/169078259010/yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so" class="tumblr_blog">keyhollow</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://yellowjuice.tumblr.com/post/168679199617/tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with" class="tumblr_blog">yellowjuice</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://tijopi11.tumblr.com/post/168672032017/why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with-the" class="tumblr_blog">tijopi11</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Why are people having so much issue with the article, I agreed with it? The title isn’t the most eloquent thing ever but the article wasn’t encouraging cheating, where you go behind your partners back, but instead looking at the issue of cheating as a not black-and-white thing where there’s one horribly evil person who just wanted to have fun/get laid with one traumatized-for-life victim. Instead, like most- nah, let me say with ANYTHING in real life beyond fiction, the article sees the grays in cheating and why the person cheated in the first place. Not to say that cheating isn’t a horrible thing to do, but I feel like people need to understand that there are reasons people do the things they do. People who cheat are human beings. They could feel horrible about it, they could be trapped in a marriage or relationship that they don’t feel they can escape, they can feel insecure and unloved. Again, not to say it’s something you should ever do, but dehumanizing someone over a mistake is just as bad in my opinion. There’s nowhere where they can talk about their experiences, and it’s likely we know a lot of people who have cheated in our lives even if they haven’t (or were too scared) to tell us about it. </p></blockquote>
<p>“dehumanizing someone over a <b>mistake</b>”<br/></p>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280" style=""><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b46b82f946515987635b2e89242b3766/tumblr_inline_p15vbwp0N81syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/a90f07cba2ec91c06050aab2e8db4b93/tumblr_inline_p15vcgALY11syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bf1b39fc5036c8cdbd976cfb89b6c89/tumblr_inline_p15vctsANK1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bedd610984be09395d3e890baba4a152/tumblr_inline_p15vd52e6u1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b6ae8e67e4ef581db534a9d75c17945a/tumblr_inline_p15ved8Rom1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/209ea0ffa5930a051f9a888121ad1979/tumblr_inline_p15vf4N2O91syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/dec0f5c82aec02545f9e81bb0c155565/tumblr_inline_p15vfl9QBz1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>If you cheat, you’re trash. No if and or buts. I’m looking at all y'all, I’m lookin in the mirror, I’m lookin down the street, everydamn body. If you cheat, you’re trash.</p>
</blockquote><p>Ahh yes, tumblr’s traditional “One strike you’re out” policy. I love the rationale of this and other similar things that says, “If you do a bad thing you are a bad person. Forever. There is never anything else you can do to not be a bad person.” It has such an interestingly Christian vibe to it. </p><p>First of all that image set is a lie. There are different scenarios that come together that can lead to this mistake. Also it is defining “mistake” the same way as “accident”. Of course cheating isn’t generally an accident. But, immediately it lumps in people that are not in full faculty of their senses. “You got too many drinks with him”. I’m going to put a big “No” stamp on that because if the shit you do when inebriated can’t be considered proper consent in the first place then you did not intentionally cheat (*unless it was premeditated while sober obviously). </p><p>Now let me tell you up front. I cheated once in college. Yes I know I’m trash for life with no chance for redemption but hear me out anyway. I loved my boyfriend, probably a lot more than I should have. But one night I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. It was my apartmentmate. My incredibly hot, straight, wrestler apartmentmate. He was horny and he wanted to just get off even if it was with a dude. It was like a cheesy impossible porn plot come to life. We had sex. Never once, through the entire thing, and I swear this upon everything I hold dear, never ONCE did I think “I have a boyfriend. This is wrong.” I was so caught up in the shock and fantasy of the situation it wasn’t until he left that I realized what I’d done. I was horrified. I cried and cried and as soon as the sun was up I called my boyfriend and asked him to come over. When he got there I immediately broke down sobbing and begged for him to forgive me. He did, and we moved on. And you know what? I NEVER did it again in any relationship. Did I mean to cheat on him? No. Did I? Yes. Was what I did wrong? Absolutely! Do I regret what I did? Endlessly. Does that make me horrible trash for the rest of my life? I really don’t think so. </p><p>People do things wrong. People do make conscious choices that they later realize were wrong. People ask for forgiveness. If someone does it multiple times, it’s not a mistake anymore. If someone conceals their mistake, it’s not a mistake anymore. But if someone genuinely acknowledges they did something wrong and asks for forgiveness and NEVER allows it to happen again, I think that forgiveness should be granted. And you know what? I’ve been cheated on twice since then by different guys in my life. It hurt, horribly. Both times it was an ongoing and intentional thing. But if either of them apologized to me and asked me to forgive them and showed they would sincerely never do it again I would give them a chance anyway. </p><p>Tumblr, I love your desire for justice and truth both socially and personally. But when you break everything into black and white and refuse to grant any room for forgiveness you are teaching yourselves to cut people out of your lives that could be legitimately good people that made a bad choice and deserve forgiveness. Of course there are people that don’t deserve it, who wouldn’t sincerely try to earn it, but if you say everyone who makes 1 bad choice, or 1 series of mistakes, is trash forever then I think that makes you the bad person when you are incapable of granting kindness and forgiveness to another person. </p></blockquote>

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<p>Lmao did she really think anyone wanted to read her porno fantasy story justifying cheating?</p>

<p><a href="https://officialfist.tumblr.com/post/173751914316/hyperazraphael-keyhollow-yellowjuice" class="tumblr_blog">officialfist</a>:</p...

Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>
Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA">http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA</a></p>
Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
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