What the devil?

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What the devils? 

Yep, there he is, or there they is.

You knew there really was one. Now you know the secret—he has a double. Not exactly a double, but maybe a Doppleganger. Well, everybody knows there’s more than one. They’re all devils. And they come out on Hallowe’en.

I have the devil in me. I have a condition that if it worsens I will die. But if it doesn’t, I will die a little later. All bodily infirmities are caused by devils. So try as I may to get the devil out of me, there’s still one or two hanging on and causing myasthenia gravis. And one (don’t know their sex, or names, or anything about them) causing my neuropathy. Dang them. I got rid of the ones that were trying to get me to smoke. “Are you stupid?” I said to them. After a thousand times, they got the hint and left. But the ones that said to me, “Don’t get up this early, it’s just church, and it will be the same thing next Sunday,” them I had to chase away more than once. But by the time I got married, they had left me alone. The ones that cause me the most grief now are the ones that don’t say anything. They don’t try to get me to do anything. They just make me hurt and make me not see so good. The doctor said those black things that are in the corner of my eyes sometimes, that run away when I look that way, are just things in my eyes. But I know what they are. Really.

So someday I’ll be thinking, ‘I gotta get those devils outta here,” and I’ll slip up and say, ‘I gotta get the devil outta here.” And that will be the end. The End.